........ had a great day in Barnsley today - spoke to loads of people. Went and sat next to a women called Pat - who took a book out of her rucksack with 32,000 types of beers in it that she had drunk. Then a guy who has epileptic fits sat with us and he was telling us that he went blind with medication doctors prescribed. Then a guy walks in with a Barnsley shirt on and a white stick - so I waved him and his helper over to sit with us - and asked him how the hell can a blind man watch football. His name was Martin - very inspirational. All 5 of us sat round having a chat It’s great in town. Very friendly with some weird and wonderful people in it.
Martin Wilson. He's a mate of mine. A blind man can't watch football, but neither can he break the habit that that he acquired when he once could see.
I know him through my mate John who's also blind. They go all over "watching" the reds. He's a card is martin. Has some good stories.