I spent my sixth wedding anniversary watching Scunthorpe United beat Coventry City and I still cant believe I’ve never been awarded with the title of North Lincolnshire’s most romantic man.
In my defence, Phil who does a lot of the official photographs at Glanford Park is just as bad – he was at the Coventry game too and he was married on the same day as me – 12th September 2009. We had a chat before the game began and remarkably both had similar memories from that special milestone of a day – we both recalled being more than a little aggrieved at missing the Iron thrash Crystal Palace 4-0 at Selhurst Park.
To most Scunny fans, that date is etched on their memories as ‘The Day Jonathan Forte Played Like We Were Told He Could Do’, because we tend to measure our lives in significant events from the world of football.
I realised this when I was writing a column for the programme that was on sale at the Blackpool game – I remember absolutely nothing else from 1992 other than that game we played against them at Wembley. That’s ludicrous really, because I’ve just checked Wikipedia and 1992 was the year the Cones Hotline was introduced – how could I have forgotten that?
Whilst some people will hear a mention of 1992 and retreat into a reverie about line dancing to Miley Cyrus’s dad singing Achy Breaky Heart whilst sporting a momentous mullet, I’m still having nightmares about Jason White’s penalty.
It doesn’t stop there – pretty much everyone in the world remembers 1999 as the year the Vauxhall Zafira was introduced (thanks again Wikipedia), but for us it’s all about Wembley and Alex Calvo-Garcia. 2005 is Paul Hayes scoring at Stamford Bridge and promotion after the dullest of 0-0 draws at Shrewsbury, 2007 is the slightly more stylish promotion and 2009 is…is…well when I got married.
Sorry, the wife looked over my shoulder…she’s gone now…2009 is Wembley again and a sensational win over Milwall, of course.
In fact, if I had thought about this when I did A Level History, I could have attached all the facts I needed to learn to noteworthy football occurrences in the same year and I’ve been fine. Just so you know, that is definitely not how I remember my wedding anniversary, okay? At least you can’t prove it is, anyway.
I realise this may have made me look slightly less than the ideal husband, but I checked and, whereas 40 years is a ruby anniversary and 50 is golden, your sixth anniversary is genuinely the iron anniversary – you see, it was my duty to be at Glanford Park!