Life After Football?

[EastSaxCol]

Two 90 year old men, Harry and Tom, have been friends all of their lives.

When it's clear that Harry is dying, Tom visits him every day. One day Harry

says, "Tom, we both loved football all our lives, and we played Sunday

football 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."

Harry looks up at Tom from his death bed," Tom, you've been my friend

for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.

Shortly after that, Harry passes on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Tom is awakened from a sound sleep

by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,

"Tom - Tom!."

"Who is it? asks Tom sitting up suddenly. "Who is

it?"

"Tom --it's me, Harry." "You can't be Harry. Harry just died."

"I'm telling you, it's me, Tom," insists the voice."

"Harry? Where are you?" "In heaven", replies Harry. "I have some really

good news and a little bad news." "Tell me the good news first," says Tam.

"The good news," Harry says," is that there really is 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 Tom. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's

the bad news?

"You're playing on Tuesday."