Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. . Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. . Try I will; no harm in […]
The Football Pitch That dad Built (continued) Often the net broke, even with our shots, but it was worth spending time knotting the net together again just to see that one shot hit the top left hand corner leaving the goalie helpless just like Goal of the Month on Match of the Day. by Paul […]
