Net to net rolls the ball with the feet fast they scroll the kicks find the bar too small too hard to score a goal! . Sweats it out the forward saves it tough the one at back like a fort he must guard not allow a crack! . On the grass no guide or […]
In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]
Each team would somehow pick itself No boys were left upon the shelf No substitutions, 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 . Lined up then in such formations […]
