12 Years ago, I lost my brother in a tragic accident. Upon hearing the news I remember going completely numb. From that moment a part of me died too, the part that hurts when bad things happen i had almost trained myself to block out feelings. Nothing would ever hurt me as much as that day and how hearing that news made me feel.
I remember thinking back to my brother on the day we won the league and how he would of loved to of seen us achieve what we did.
The events of last night again made my thoughts turn to my brother, but also made my heart ache again for a man and people I had never met but had given us as fans so much happiness, something I didn’t think could happen anymore.
As long as you hold people in your hearts and memories, no one truly ever dies.
Up the city