Each team would somehow pick itself No boys were left upon the shelf No substitution sulks or shame If you showed up you got a game. . Not 2-3-5 or 4-2-4 But 2-8-12 or even more Six centre forwards, five right wings Was just the normal run of things. . by Allan Ahlberg (1937 – […]
Picture this, you’re gazing down Upon that smoky factory town. Weaves of streets spread out, converge And from the houses boys emerge. . Specks of Boys, a broad selection Heading off in one direction Pulled by some magnetic itch Up to the park, onto the pitch. . Boys in boots and boys in wellies Skinny […]
