Mate, don’t get me wrong, everyone who knows me for more than 5 mins knows I’m an eels fan. But you’ve got to try to insulate yourself if it’s taking over your life. It’s just footy. I genuinely don’t believe that if we win a comp my life would be better for more than about 12 hours.
See, for me, it would be.
My dad was the one who got me into rugby league.
My dad was the one who got me into the Eels, by telling me stories of the legendary Ray Price, Peter Sterling, Brett Kenny, Mick Cronin, Steve Ella, and Bear O'Reilly.
He spoke with such admiration, pride, and passion about them.
When he passed away in 2011, a big piece of me died with him.
My dad was the one who I could talk to about anything. And he was gone.
As an introverted autistic man, my dad was my best friend.
Once he was gone, my life totally turned upside down.
But seeing his beloved Eels win a Premiership would bring some closure to me.
I don't expect people to understand.
But for me, it's more than footy.
I have a beautiful wife, and two beautiful kids.
But I'm stuck working in a job with a great company, but in a role I'm not crazy about.
I've looked for other work, but there isn't much out there that can support my family.
So, I put my nose down, suck it up, and provide for my family.
I'm not happy with my work situation.
So I try to seek that happiness from my footy team.
It probably sounds really immature, or asinine, but that's how my brain works.
But I'm getting exhausted by this club.
I genuinely think Jason Ryles is the right man for us - but he needs help.