I view the evening bonfires of the sun On hills where morning rains have hissed; The eyeless countenance of the mist Pallidly rising when the summer droughts are done. by Thomas Hardy 1840-1928 . . . Saturday 6th December 2014 FA Carlsberg Vase k.o.:- 3.00pm 3rd Round Bradford Town […]
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. From “The Rime of The Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) . . . Wednesday 22nd January 2014 Hellenic League Floodlite Cup k.o.:- 7.45pm 3rd Round Shrivenham […]
So come on lads The golden rules – remember? Hold your positions Run into space Call for the ball Play to the whistle Pass only to members of your own team. Last of all NEVER GIVE UP Thirteen-nil Sounds bad, but it’s not the end. We can turn it round We can get a result […]
(from) The Winter Freeze by Tari Mazenenga EARLY MORNING rush, crowds buzzing like honeybees, Ironically enough, nothing’s sweet about this icy winter freeze. The cold blues bring back memories framed in my mind, Monday 10th December Evo-Stik Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Premier Division Hitchin Town […]
The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold by Madeleine L’Engle The winter is cold, is cold. All’s spent in keeping warm. Has joy been frozen, too? I blow upon my hands Stiff from the biting wind. My heart beats slow, beats slow. What has become of joy? Monday 3rd December 2012 Hertfordshire Senior Cup k.o.:- 7.45pm […]
