The man who introduced Sinatra to me was the man who introduced Chelsea as well.
He loved to hum Sinatra's songs. He always loved to hum, especially in the shower. When his cassettes aged and no longer sounded the way it should, my mother decided to buy him CDs and I lent him my CD player. Mama bought him Sinatra's My Way album and Matt Monroe's Born Free greatest hits. He loved them, of course. So did I.
When we watched football matches, he wasn't the one who yelled 'keep the blue flag flying high'. He was the rival instead. Strangely, though I adored him beyond everything, I wasn't affected to be in love with his favourite team. I found the blue one was more attractive, especially their co-captain.
Frank & Frank are legends. So are you, Eyang.