Well, where do I start with this one.
This doesn't end well so if anyone is on a bit of downer I don't recommend reading any further.
Was sitting watching the game this afternoon, about 20 minutes in and the door goes.
My wife is out at the shops so I get up to answer and it's my brother.
I bring him into the living room, everything OK I ask,
Not very good he says, our eldest brother has just found our dad dead in his house.
I am all a bit stunned at the moment, can't quite believe it.
Dad and I didn't have the greatest relationship, it was difficult at times but we still loved each other and that showed in the small things.
It's weird that I was watching a spurs game, as with most of us I'm a spurs fan because of my dad, although he wasn't a spurs fan he had seen the double winning side when they knocked rangers out of the cup winners Cup in "62.
Greatest team he ever saw he said, and that was enough for me, I was a spur.
Late 70s he was down in London and brought me back a scarf and a bucket hat, which I've still got.
On my first match at the new stadium I seen a bucket hat badge and bought it for him, he was over the moon and remembered buying the hat.
It's those little things I will keep with me, I will miss the old bugger and it's difficult to get my head around him not being here.