The day before yesterday, I went out into the garden of our house on boulevard Sylvain Dupuis: I have been a supporter of Sporting Anderlecht since this last December 6th
, when my granny offered me a complete player equipment. Of course, we can follow the second half of the matches on the radio, commented by Luc Varenne… But in the
garden, we hear the goals occurring in the first 45 minutes!Let’s face it, it’s sometimes a bit annoying, especially when the « Mauve et Blanc » play while Rik Van Looy is busy winning Paris-Roubaix. Because we get French television here, thanks to the Lille transmitter – whatever it’s worth, but everything that can be distinguished among the monochrome snow of these cathode wonders is magic!
I won’t talk too much about yesterday, or about that moment when, with the Anderlecht rugby team, we celebrated the first European Cup of RSCA right in the heart of a bunch of West Ham supporters: nostalgia not even being what it used to be, the past makes me smile, nothing more.
Software, articles (mostly in French) about Sporting Anderlecht, others at the service of the same club… Some books too: I have spent most of my life writing. The rest of the time, I dedicated to shout in the stands and (above all) laugh – in every which way you could imagine.
Today I am retired, a happy father of four children with an enchanting smile, and to my amazement, a somewhat clumsy granddad of their own offspring. My hair grew and changed color too – while my ears normalized. Some pretend it’s already too late for me to die young. And yet, this is what I intend to do, as late as possible. Become an old man? No thanks, there’s nothing funny about this concept.