Shite game, shite shite boring 0-0. Notts County are garbage and struggle all year and in the end get relegated. Not surprised based on this performance. Then again, we've only got 1 point from 2 league games so far. So it's not looking good for us neither right now. However I'm going to talk about Notts County. I like them...... In fact if Stockport do disappear altogether, which seems more and more likely...... Then I'll have to pick a new team and as my Dad is from Nottingham, then the Magpies are up there as a top pick.

My Dad is from Carlton, He's a certified Nottingham Forest fan and was in Munich in 1979 when the Trevor Francis header made Forest European Champions 2 years after getting promoted from the old second division.

In 1999, My Dad asked me to be best man at his wedding...... Obviously I accepted, but when it came time to make a speech I stuttered and fumbled. Everyone expected me to take the piss out of him. But how do you take the piss out of someone whom has moulded you into the person you've become?

Like most kids in England, their father had a pivotal role in the football education. My Grandfather and him firstly took us all to Old Trafford. I was 4 when I first went........ Tickets were easy to come by. Ron Atkinson was the manager and well, United were dire back then. So that really didn't last long, as my grandfather couldn't really go anymore due to his age, there were no inclination for my Dad to go either. When I was 14, I passed my referees exam. I was a class 3 Cheshire referee. I started in the youth leagues, under 11's upto under 16's....... was good I enjoyed it. My Dad used to take me all over Cheshire refereeing.... I didn't ask him, he just kinda did it now I look back. He worked all week and then took me to referee football games. He must have thanked his lucky stars when I passed my driving test as it meant he could finally have a pint at the weekends.

At this time after school I started at Stockport College, which was not too far from Edgeley Park.... And as they used to play on Friday nights, I'd just hang around after college and go to a game. My Dad usually came and picked me up after wards and that was that.

Then, around 1993 sometime we were at home on a Monday night and I said to the old fella, "Want to go to Wrexham tomorrow night? to watch Stockport?" Basically I needed a lift to the game otherwise I wasn't going. He said yes and off we went....... We won 1-0, with 200 or so other Stockport fans we sang and laughed and felt part of something together, and we didn't look back from that game at the Racecourse Ground. When I go back to England, we always go and watch Stockport together, it's just what we do.