The story starts about a month or so before my wedding, I was enjoying a drunken night after work with my friends in Sheffield town centre. We were stood in the beer garden of the Walkabout Pub knocking back pints of Magners, when my mate Paul spotted a girl sat at one of the tables. He gave me a nudge and said something along the lines of how attractive she was. This came as quite a shock to me, as it was the first time I had heard Paul talk of a girl in that way since his first wife, Anne, died too young from cancer.
My response to him, “I know her. I work in the same team as her sister, she’s a lovely girl, she’s been on a few nights out with us, I’ll go and speak to her now” was greeted by complete shock and panic from Paul, as I headed over to Claire.
He need not have worried, I didn’t embarrass him, I just planted a seed and then continued with our night out.
Over the next few weeks, I continued to bend her sister’s ear at work and invited them both to the wedding reception. It didn’t take long once Claire walked through the door on the evening of our wedding, Paul went straight over to her, grabbed her hand, led her to the dance floor and never left her side all evening.
So four and a half years later, this Friday evening, I’ll be leaving work as early as I can and heading down the East Lancs Road to Liverpool. Yes, you heard me right, Liverpool. Although I’m best man, I didn’t get to choose the location…
The last time I went to Liverpool, I was honestly chased down the street by two locals who jumped out of a white van, having taken huge offence at my 1999 Champions League winners shirt!
Anyway, I’m braving the city again and I’m extremely worried about watching the FA Cup game against Southampton! Where on earth am I realistically going to be able to watch that?