The Ghosts of Christmases Past… 1

The Ghosts of Christmases Past…

Av Steve «Worthy» Worthington The following is an unpublished chapter which was edited from the final version of my book entitled ‘Once in a Blue Moon – Life, Love and Manchester City.’ It was cut because it was deemed that its inclusion would have spoilt the overall flow of the story; a pity as this was one of my personal favourites. With the festive season soon to be upon us once more, I hope that this brief window into my Christmas childhood memories on a working class council estate in Wythenshawe, South Manchester during the 1960s & 70s will give you an amusing insight into our long lost family traditions. This was an all-too-brief period when Colin was King and the Blues were at the height of their powers. As a snot-nosed nipper, it was also a time when my main responsibilities in life were make sure that I had my shirt tucked-in and to fetch and shovel solid fuel from the ‘coal-hole out back’ onto our indoor fire without dropping any on the carpet. It was a fire which kept our family warm and cosy during those dark winter nights as me and my two sisters sat cross-legged in front of the telly; safe, contented and innocent. At least you might find it slightly more entertaining than the painful 0-0 bore draws we’ve all had to suffer recently.