A forever work in progress

Jimmy Maguire had spent his formative years impassioned by football. Nothing ever came close to this passion, his vice, his one true love. His old man however was every inch a vinyl junkie. Every day until the day he caught his very last breath he'd woken up wishing that today was going to be the day that his only son was going to catch the music bug. The closest he had come to having that dream fulfilled was in the late 80s when he'd asked for a copy of Banarama's Greatest Hits on vinyl. Not that his old man considered the female trio worthy of the title of singers let alone musicians or true artists. In reality he'd not have allowed the vinyl in his house let alone be placed beneath the needle of his equally prized turntable. The purchase he hoped would become like a gateway drug into the really good stuff, well it didn't work and as soon as the phase had passed the record had gone in the bin. His old man wasn't having that shit sat amongst his collection. Eve...