Happy Heel of God Day

There aren’t many days of the year that can be set aside for simple celebration.  Even Christmas Day is becoming just like any other day for many people, but that’s not the case with Heel of God Day.  Heel of God Day is the one day when all followers of the true faith (we worship you oh Franchise) can sit back and smile from the moment they wake to the second their head hits the pillow at night.

On Heel of God Day, we put aside our differences as fans, and together we remember the events surrounding that day.  We remember the shameful bias against us in the media build up.  We remember the dignified manner in which our club, our Supporters Association and our fans behaved during the build up to the match.  We remember the silence from the media once the final whistle blew and they hadn’t got the result they wanted.

We remember the pride we had in our own fans behaviour on that day, and we remember the shameful behaviour of some of the fans from Kingston on that day.  We remember the spitting, we remember the vandalism and we remember them crapping on the floor.

We remember the desperate attempts from Kingston as they sought to bribe their own fans not to attend the match.  We remember them offering to buy tickets back from fans in a vain attempt to stop them attending.  We remember the worst boycott in history as they brought many times their usual away following to us – the club they’d encouraged so many to boycott both before and since.

We remember their pleading with people at the concessions not to buy.  We remember the vast sums taken in our concessions from the ‘fans’ who’d told the world that they weren’t going to spend any money once they got here.  We remember  Beavis (or was it Butthead?) appearing in every media outlet clutching the program that none of them were going to buy.

We remember the little plane with it’s rather quaint little banner that they’d spent so much cash on.  We remember that even their own fans were ignoring it after the second journey overhead.

We remember Potter to Lewie to Williams to Gleeson, and the screamer from Gleeson that put us ahead.  We remember Dave Martin keeping us in it at 1:1 in the 89th minute.  We remember Semi running to the corner flag and winning the corner.  We remember Bowditch taking the corner, it coming back out to Ismail and then Ismail putting the ball back int0 the box.

But most of all, we remember The Heel of God.  We remember the elation we felt when fate looked down on us at that moment and smiled – when Jon “Heel of God” Otsemobor stuck a heel out and flicked the ball over the outstretched Sullivan and our fans erupted.

Happy Heel of God Day – We Know What We Are!

Brando