Two 90 year old Aberdonians, Hamish and Sandy, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Hamish is dying, Sandy visits him every day. One day Sandy says, "Hamish, we both loved football all our lives, and we played football on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's football there."
Hamish looks up at Sandy from his death bed," Sandy, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.
Shortly after that, Hamish passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Sandy is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Sandy--Sandy."
"Who is it? Asks Sandy sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Sandy--it's me, Hamish."
"You're not Hamish. Hamish just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Hamish," insists the voice."
"Hamish! Where are you?"
"In heaven", replies Hamish. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Sandy.
"The good news," Hamish says," is that there's football in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play football all we want, and we never get tired."
That's fantastic," says Sandy. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?
"You're in the team for this Saturday."
Faith and football
Faith and football
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”