Phil Parkinson
4 hours ago
The three most important folks living in the first village over the river Dee in England, well important to me, are my in-laws and Phil Parkinson the manager of Wrexham and the EFL Championship Manager of the Month. Three promotions in 3 seasons, possibly on track for a first ever four in four, an FA Cup run not seen since 1997, folks here think Parky does not need a bridge to get into Wales, he can walk on water.
My ardent nationalist son Joshua was celebrating the victory of his second favorite rugby team, anyone playing England as well as Wrexham’s Friday night FA Cup triumph. In a happy frame of mind we packed him and his sister off to the in-laws last night allowing the Mrs. and I to go for a pre-booked romantic meal at the Bistro in the heart of this, the last village in Wales. I turned up on time and it was closed. Commercial suicide.
The Hare over among the infidels in England had no table till much later so we headed off to this village’s Indian restaurant. Its staff are, together with the Mrs., 100% of the South Asian community in this village. Over the river the in-laws and the family that runs the newsagent, no stereotypes here, are 100% of the South Asian community. And I am entitled to an Indian passport in my own right as my grandmother was born there. So I guess we should all stick together.
We sat in a corner table and enjoyed a good meal and, for once, I drank, something I do almost never these days. It was St Valentine’s Dy after all.
The table next to us was empty but in the next table, another corner arrived a group of four two parents, an offspring and partner. And yes …it was Parky. He is a pretty humble chap so often pops into local pubs and cafes not expecting special treatment and though I’ve seen him pose for selfies, folks do let him just get on with his life. As did we.
Anyhow, that is my St Valentine’s day meal with the Wrexham manager.
