Man in a Sun hat is off up the motorway on a jolly so I decide to indulge in a bit of morning tv.

At 9.30 I am riveted to of all things football. To be precise a marvellous film of the 1986 World Cup.

I am enchanted. There are lots of crowd shots intermingled with fast and slow footage. Illustrating beautiful bodies engaged in a sort of dance with foul play in spades. Its an eye opener to the uninitiated. The background music complementing the whole thing perfectly.

But what is so inspiring is the Argentinian commentator. Victor Hugo Morales.

He is so full of passion and enthusiasm it matters not a jot that I cannot understand one word. He even infuses me with joy and energy. Which takes some doing in the matter of Football.

It got me thinking about the people that you come across who have a similar effect. They throw their pebbles in your pond and the ripples can be felt for hours afterwards. Carrying you along by the most uninspiring of subjects. Encouraging you to go along with the maddest of ideas and cheer you on when you are down. Hands shoot out to support and help. And as they their share their energetic bubbly personality there is a power to leave optimism and cheer in their wake. Helping you up when you can no longer bounce the ball and are flat on your back physically and emotionally.

So I am sending up a shower of thanks for the many people who have touched my life.

God knows where I would be with out them. And one in particular helped me flutter back up on my perch recently. Thank you Jack. X

And thank you to all the people who contribute to this site in one way or another.

Where would we be without your energy enthusiasm and ripples.

Ripple on.

This link isn't to the original film. I couldn't find that!

And the extra link is Moales ripples inspiring on. I do like a bit of dance. Tis the video.

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  • Hi nedd

    Thank you so much for sharing that with us all, really good!

    Take care


  • That was lovely to read, almost a poem :)

  • Thanks guys.

    The lad dancing really was poetry in motion.

    I loved the end frame.

    What a way to go.

    Twirling gently out to music.

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