Blind Dave Heeley's Blog

Who turned the tap off, certainly can't get this weather at all. Saturday the weather was fantastic, good job as there was a charity football match going on. The Fox and Goose in Greets Green, were putting on a game to support Guide Dogs and asked me to come along. To be fair the game was being played, Old ones against Young ones, players that is. The game took place on Farley Park, believe it or not I played my football most days of the week here as a kid, then for around three seasons played in a team called Newtown Rangers, as under sixteens we weren't a bad side at all, won the league on more than one occasion! Yes even with me playing. 1974 , due to my sight problems , I had to give up playing, some said it was the best thing anyway, but a lot of the lads then joined a new team called Sandwell Dresdon. This was the team now playing from the pub, so the old ones of my era, playing the young ones of today, the final score showed just how good we must have been! Ten each! Mind from where I was standing listening to the game, the ref seemed slightly biased! But what a game, talking to one of the lads I used to partner up front , he was only going to play for ten minutes but circumstances forced him to play the whole game, but he commented that he now struggled with his extra bulk to run the length of the field, so the dynamic pairing we once were , were resorted to one not being able to run up the pitch and me not seeing the end of the pitch, so I listened and he grunted. All said and done, they all did very well, they seemed on the pitch that is to have some fun, then it was off to the pub to get some liquid refreshment and recovery inside of them, in the way of a couple of pints. I nipped back and shared a glass with them, then left them all to the rest of the day and night and a few bob was raised.
Who turned the tap back on? couldn't believe Sunday morning, up at 5.45 am, ready for a long run with Karl, it was absolutely pouring down. Sunday was our long run day, we kicked off from the kitchen, dry, then it went down hill, up through West Brom, wet, through Dartmouth Park, wet, through sandwell Valley, even wetter, up and round Red House Park, still wet, back through Hampstead, then through the valley once again, wet wasn't the word, simply drowned and now extremely muddy, after thirteen miles we were both very pleased to get home, get dry and at least the recovery drink only wet us inside. Although I hadn't had enough of water for one day, we decided to take the kids swimming. It was , I must admit very relaxing on the legs, the kids enjoyed, with them now having swimming lessons, they had the chance to practice what they had learned, they both did very well. Deb and me gently swam up and down, then I decided to get a little eager, pulled a few fast strokes with front crawl, unfortunately Deb was a split second to late, my left arm coming down under the water, my right coming down ready to give a good hard pull, but then the side of the pool came into the equation! Deb said she heard the bump before seeing it! I felt it, my head colliding with the pool side, Ouch, was the word I said, can't repeat the words I thought! I'm pretty sure the pool moved, my head cracked, but although I was swimming, it wasn't blue and pink fish I saw, it was definitely dickie birds, I still have the lump a week later, mind Deb said it's still not knocked any sense into me! I'm off now to rest my injured head, strange how my eyes have come out in sympathy! So it's forty winks time, catch you later.