The Long Way Round - Why I Am Who I Am and Why I Feel Hopeless
Starting from the top and working down. Make your own conclusions but what I write here is the definitive history of why I am the way I am. I think we’re all sick of this by now, me for living through it, you for seeing it and putting up with it. I’ll add subheadings so you can kind of navigate to where you want but at least by the end of this people will understand why I feel hopeless. Childhood I was generally a happy child. A sensitive one who was always keen to work hard and do the right thing. I did well at school, I had a lot of friends, I was well-liked, and I got on with my family. Kinda. I was always in the shadow of my younger brother. He was an exceptionally good footballer, so he got a lot of attention. He played for Chelsea, QPR, Tottenham and Watford, while he turned down Arsenal on several occasions. Meanwhile, my dad said he wasn’t going to pay for me to play Sunday league. This rubbed off to me as favouritism. That’s the view I held u...