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pokerpops:
Pokerpops is for sure :)

PHIL_TC:
Congratulations mate! Finally a lucky England shirt for you and one we dont have to burn and dance round naked  ;D

Hope you bought Asa and Carl a beer or 10.. absolutely amazing set of results. Enjoy today fella, will be up Sunday for proper beers!

Your dad will be proud as punch I"m sure x

Laxie:
Absolutely delighted for you guys. Very well played!   No doubt your Dad will be thrilled too. xx

Curlarge:

--- Quote from: Fatcatstu on March 30, 2013, 04:00:13 AM ---
That one is for my dad. #hopeheisproud

--- End quote ---


You prolly don"t need to win anything for him to be proud, but I"ll bet this helps a little bit. Wesll done mate, very pleased for you.

Fatcatstu:
As some of you know, I had to leave the WCOAP very early Sunday morning after a phone call from my mum.

Thursday morning my Dad was rushed to hospital having trouble breathing at 5am and was eventually diagnosed with a chest infection at about 10am, but he insisted that I travelled down to play poker.

Playing for England was a great honour and I will love my team mates for ever, this is something that they can"t take away from us ever :)

It was also probably the hardest I have ever found it to play poker in my life.

I played Saturday as usual and thoroughly enjoyed the company, you are all the best bunch of people in the world.

Sunday morning I got a phone all at about half 6 from my mum, Dad had deteriorated over night and gone from talking, eating and feeling ok, to having to be put into a drug induced coma. Lucy rushed me back up north and dropped me straight at the hospital, where my mum, brother and sister were already there.

We would stay there thought the day, most of it was spent dozing on and off in the waiting room. Every time my mum asked if I wanted to go in to see Dad, I would say "later"

My mum, sister, Matty and brother in law all went in to talk to him, I sat in the waiting room like a coward.

We have gone back in today, and I forced myself to go into the room and see him. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. He has barely an inch of skin without a line or cable on it. His kidneys aren"t working properly, as his blood pressure is so low and won"t raise no matter what they do.

I struggled to speak. I just burst into tears.

All I could manage to say was I love him and to beg him to get better.

God I hope he listens. It doesn"t look good.

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