The Blue army needs you!

It was just over 9 years ago since Eric Cullen last set foot on English soil so this trip would be an ideal opportunity for him to renew old friendships, drink a few real ales and see any changes around the place.
Ever since the day Eric booked his flight home back in January he had looked forward to meeting up again with one special acquaintance in particular. Much to the dismay of the English Nurse; she was after all from Nottingham.

Eric’s was only 13 years old when he began this new love affair, he had a lot of competition! Even though it has been very frustrating over the years it was destined to last forever. It all began 34 years ago in January 1974, during a successful Cockerel hunting expedition, and it was a Saturday afternoon.
Together over the years they have shared the ups and downs along with the good and let me tell you many quite heartbreakingly and scary bad times. Eric sighs, bites his nails and acknowledges that the bad times greatly outnumber the good. But "True Blue" as they say Down Under he has always been there in times of need to show his support and sing up for his mate in times of dire need.

Before Eric went to live in Australia he used to be a regular visitor to their
 home and even though he hasn’t seen them for quite a while, his brother had kept him up to date with all the
 news and the health of his friend which sadly has deteriorated quite rapidly since he last saw them.

 "It’s bad Eric, really bad! It saddens me to see them like this. To think ten years ago they were in the
 best of health and all thanks to that O’Neil specialist. Didn’t he have a special practice on Belvoir Drive?  
 He was like a god; people worshipped him and came in their thousands to see him. Such a thoughtful bloke
 too, he even gave us Flowers one year. Remember those European vacations and annual coach trips to
 London we enjoyed, they were all down to him. It all seems so long ago and far away now, the tables
 have turned and it saddens me to see our friend so down in the dumps.
 It’s a living nightmare almost like a curse from out of the Adams family”, Little by little I have watched our
 friend’s form deteriorate more each week. Eric! You do realise it could be life threatening, dead and buried
 by April!
 Our friend isn’t very mobile these days either, restricted in movement, not enough goals in life? Draw your
 own conclusion there! Why even one of those new Walkers for support hasn’t made things any better.
 Sadly our friend these days has a complete lack of hunger and appetite which makes it really hard to pass
 a thing."  
 It’s such a shame because Eric remembered back to when
 a cup of tea with a slice of Orange furthered his friends
 appetite and liked nothing better than to run around
 the park and attack the end of a Double Decker, not
 made with Cadbury's dairy milk but Kirby and West.
 Eric was saddened by all this, where did it all go wrong?
 Maybe it was moving home, Eric loved their old
 one. No he remembers only too well it was when that
 O’Neil specialist with the special practice left to go
 and work up North, that's when it all started to go wrong!
 Eric consulted his diary. Saturday, December 1^st, 3pm, his
 friend would be home all afternoon. If things were bad
 Eric was soon to find out. Still at least he would finally get
 to see his friend in his new home, it was just around the
 corner from their old terraced one.
  Attacking the end of a Double Decker.