Aye

My first real leather ba’ ( fae sunty) had a bladder and yalla laces.

A tin of dubbin in another parcel.


In another ancient story, I got my first game for the school team because of a pair of “billy’s boots”

I’d buggered up my boots or grown out of them or something.
No money for new ones or had to wait for them to come from the clubby book or something.
My old man has a rake in the shed and comes up with his old boots .
Broon leather, up past my ankles.
Steel toecap ( or it felt like it)
Nailed on studs.

Nobody would tackle me.
The mannie Harrower, making his usual late appearance up at the playing field after umpt’een fags in the staff room, sees me sailing past defenders as if they weren’t there and my name is up on the team lines for the 1st year Bunkheed team at the weekend.