That was a Socialist ball, Frank, and I enjoyed kicking it. It explains your purple heed too.
I thought youd like to know more about my history as i would yours. I started school at five at St Matthews on Norfolk street about 1963. We only had a kickabout with a tennis ball in a courtyard. They had courtyards in the old days. I had turned out about three times when my parents got a letter from Real Madrid offering a trial.
To cut a long story short, i went, and insisted on playing in an under 16 game. After five minutes the head coach stopped the game, and pulled me to the touchline. He called over a man in glasses and wearing a suit, and told him to take me to the office to sign me.
They offered a rent free apartment, a housekeeper and a cook, and 45 quid a week in spanish money, a lot then. I refused saying i could only play for Cambridge.
Disaster then struck. Playing for St Albans at Fawcett, i had a sodden leather ball kicked into my left eye permanently damaging the cornea, my career over at 11. Not only that it robbed England of a world class player.
That is all.
That was a Socialist ball, Frank, and I enjoyed kicking it. It explains your purple heed too.
I am sure it was. The evil malignancy of the left would think nothing of blinding someone. I was a hell of a player at five. I was light with strong legs, i could win high balls against six footers. It took me a while to land though.
I used to go past players, and do a head roll through their legs.
By the way, fck off europe. I bet your a remainer cnt. Had a ck up your a sss today, i bet you have.
Last edited by kel_; 06-08-2018 at 02:20 PM.
I like Frank,he knows perfectly well how to swear and use 'you're' correctly but chooses to wind you up instead
Enjoyed that read above thanks for sharing it .
Remember the leather ball and yes £45 a week was loads of dosh back then.sorry about that eye injury though.