Swirling summer mist rising from a lake as golden shafts of morning sunlight herald the day ahead. A skein of geese moving along a Norwegian fijord, reflected in still waters. A newly born baby clearing his/her lungs in the delivery room ready for the lifetime ahead. Other lips tenderly kissing your lips. The Taj Mahal - alabaster and other worldy in a shimmering tropical heat haze. Stars twinkling in a velvet black sky... Beauty. Beauty...
But what could possibly be more beautiful than this:-
My team at the top of the English Championship table having acquired thirty four points from sixteen games. And I was there on Saturday to watch our lads take Middlesbrough to the cleaners with a stunning 3-0 victory. Tom Huddlestone's late strike was a work of art as the leather sphere arched into the net past the flailing hands of Dimitrios Konstantopoulos - Boro's desperate keeper. And in joyful unison we sang to the tune of "Sloop John B":-
"WE'RE TOP OF THE LEAGUE! WE'RE TOP OF THE LEAGUE! WE ARE HULL CITY! WE'RE TOP OF THE LEAGUE!"
Sing along everybody! Come on my beauties!
|Tom Huddlestone on Saturday afternoon|