I’m an old so and so, who was fortunate enough to live through our Golden Era of the late 1940s, the 1950’s and (obviously) 1964 as well.
I have my place adorned with Dees flags, as shown in the ‘Flying the Flag’ thread.
I was sitting on my front porch this evening, enjoying a glass of Shiraz, and taking in my attractive garden as the twilight took over. When the evening breeze began to flutter the flags it caught my attention.
I spontaneously and unashamedly, burst into tears.
That’s what a premiership would mean to me!
Cross my heart, that’s a true story.