I never really underestimate my mother’s ability to have a chance encounter with someone that she knows. It’s staggering! It could be any supermarket or cafe anywhere in the UK and she seems to know someone there.
About 10 days ago Liverpool qualified the Europa League Final in Basle, Switzerland after beating Villarreal in the semi-final. We had 6 tickets eligible to enter the ballot for a ticket for the final. 17000 people entered the ballot with 1 in 7 chance of getting a ticket, which meant that only about 2500 where available. We got one ticket so were about par, and my brother is going to be going.
Last Friday, because of how things went with buying that ticket, I had to go with both parents to Liverpool to pick it up. We had a wander around the club shop before leaving and Mum bumped into Alan Kennedy. For those who don’t know, he used to play for Liverpool and scored the winning goal in 2 European Cup finals. He’s kind of a legend, and was a hero for both my parents.
To be fair, we do kinda know Alan anyway. My brother and I used to go to his football schools as kids, usually a few every school holiday. When we were too old, we used to help out there. It was a surreal experience for the parents for their phone to ring at 7am and someone who they once idolised was on the other end, asking if he could come and pick up their kids and take them away to work.
We would then be returned by another former Liverpool player, David Johnston, 6 or 7 hours later after a tour of the north west. It was great to know that the olds would give their kids to anyone, as long as they’ve famous!
I’m getting side tracked!
When I would talk a lot of being single, people would always tell me that I need to get out more, meet more people and increase the probability of that chance encounter.
Truth is, I never really had much issue meeting people and still don’t, really. My issue was always trying to convince the person that I had met that I was worthy of a date, let alone a relationship. I’ve mentioned many times before that I was the guy you wanted to marry rather than date when I was at school, and I hear fairly often that I’m a lovely guy, but no.
The one person I have known that got the closest to relationship level was the one I bang on about a lot on this blog because of how it ended. One thing that people have been telling me since that happened is that as one door closes, so another opens. It’s not what you want to hear when the previously opened door was amazing but it’s starting to feel like it might be true and in the most unusual of places that I would not have expected.
I guess that the chance encounter really can come from anywhere.
I took a chance and changed your way of life,
but you misread my meaning when I met you –
closed the door and left me blinded by the light.
Don’t let the sun go down on me…
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see.
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free,
but losing everything is like the sun going down on me.
Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me by Elton John