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I watched  M’Gladbach play FC Bayern for a place in the German Cup last Tuesday evening. I was not the only one to get a SHOCK.  Gladbach scored a goal within the first 2 minutes. My mouth dropped open as I struggled to believe what I had seen. They then scored another 2 in the first half and added 4 and 5 in the second half. The Bayern team seemed to be on another planet. I have rarely seen them play so bad. The TV commentators were of the same opinion – in additional to a lot of viewers.

Today is a special day for me. My mother died on Sunday 29th October 1967 in Keighley General Hospital at 6.00 pm. She was 48 and I was 24. All of 54 years. I wonder how my life would have been had she lived. I was the last person to see her. I lived in Nottingham then and had visited the family home on Saturday and also visited my mother in hospital before my Sunday visit. I remember holding her hands as we talked and she tried to smile to hide any pain. I hugged her and gave her a big kiss then moved to the door. There I turned and saw her smiling at me as she tried to hold back tears. I always have that vision in my head when I think about that visit. I can see her tearful smile as I write these words. My biggest regret is that we were not able to get older together.