We shouldn’t have to put up with insults
It’s about time to put an end to this hypocrisy and let those of us who want to watch Blackpool FC at Bloomfield Road do so without the insults and intimidation.
After watching an amazing League Cup game against Bolton, I made the mistake of mentioning it on social media. Some might say I should have shown better judgment, but it was a fantastic spectacle. Unfortunately, shortly after the backlash of insults and intimidation began. I really don’t understand this mentality where they claim a right to judge me.
One of the more annoying parts is the hypocrisy. Those who ranted about Owen Oyston’s conviction from the mid-90s were the same people who regularly attended the matches when we were in the Premiership; odd how it wasn’t a big problem for them then. Then there’s the bit about suing fans; if people act illegally or unlawfully, should they not be prepared for the consequences? It’s like playing with fire and complaining about getting burnt.
I missed Blackpool’s promotion to both the Championship and Premiership because I was on operational deployments. Before I joined the Army I regularly watched Blackpool play in the third and fourth division in a dilapidated stadium. I was as frustrated as anyone when I returned home after 20-odd years’ service and watched the slide from the Championship; I’m not going to bow to vitriolic pressure and miss the chance to see us climb back up the league again.
If people want to stay away, that is their choice and I respect that, all I ask is that you respect my choice.
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Ordinary folk could see what’s going on
Ken Cridland’s report on the Referendum result does not go far enough in explaining the reasons for the ‘leave’ victory (Politically Correct, Gazette, August 10). His headline – ‘Ignoring problems led to vote to leave Europe’ – does not spell out what these problems are, which is exactly what happened during the build-up to the referendum.
Matters such as immigration, border control, law making, freedom of movement, loss of sovereignty, were brushed under the carpet by the ‘Remainers’, they refused to be drawn when it came to debating how these matters would be dealt with.
But ordinary people could see what was happening through mass immigration in places like Boston, and could imagine the same thing happening nationwide.
They could see how much it was costing us as members of the EU. They could see our prisons filling up with foreign criminals. They could see the life-changing events taking place before their eyes and were saying ‘WE WANT OUR COUNTRY BACK’.
Even with all the doom and gloom scare stories broadcast by the establishment it didn’t trump the views of the majority who voted to leave the European Union.
But there are some, within our ruling hierarchy, who are planning behind the scenes to ignore the referendum result and force a second referendum.
These are not ordinary people – no, they are city bankers, big businesses, some of the big financial institutions, and so on.
Even some members of our House of Lords are planning to obstruct the Brexit process by refusing to support the legislation.
So much for democracy in this country.
Mr D J Bunting
What a display by the Red Arrows
Last Sunday, August 7, Blackpool was treated to a wonderful aerial display, over the sea, by the Red Arrows.
I couldn’t help thinking that these expert pilots were someone’s son/husband/partner, who would be very relieved when the display was over.
The pilots and their machines worked in perfect harmony with each other, and their precision timing and concentration with each manoeuvre brought great admiration.
This excellence could not be achieved without rigorous discipline, rehearsal and determination.
Shouldn’t this same excellence be the goal of each one of us, whatever the job?
Thank you, Red Arrows, for giving us such pleasure!
Mrs J Geddes
What became of my scruffy classmate?
Re Best Sunday Clothes, Cliff Chamber’s letter, Gazette, August 8.
This brought back some old memories of 1940s schooldays. One lad in my class always wore very shoddy clothes, threadbare in fact.
On Mondays, the priest would ask who had not been to mess on Sunday, Eddie would always put up his hand and was duly punished for his honesty.
The teacher found out he did not have a best suit to attend church. She asked the class to ask their parents for unused, unwanted clothes. She was more than satisfied with the result.
He came in smart clothes for a few days, but then back to the old shabby garb. His father, a drunk, had pawned the good clothes for beer money.
I often wondered what became of Eddie?