Sporty

Sportsman I don’t care so much about football that fills the screen so often in this mad country. I do sometimes watch the highlights but not the whole game which has long dull moments when the players pass the ball to each other and nothing dramatic happens. I played football too as a boy, goalkeeper I was, I took it personally when my team lost and walked home alone. I didn’t want to play, but the others said I was good didn’t feel like this when the horde came running to my part the field wanted to run away and the bloody ball hurt when saving a goal. One day I took my uncles gloves he wasn’t pleased, but let I pass he couldn’t use them again to impress the ladies. Finally, I found sanctuary in the local library they never thought looking for me there. I disappeared in the maze of books friends never found out it was a great time, so much I had to discover, still does, come to think of it.