The Football

>I am not a keen fan of football, although I did play for my team when in the army, I played left outside, sorry I mean outside left. Watching the TV the other night. Something triggered my brain cell to write about:- The Football. The football I used long ago. Was made of leather, now you know. Inside it had a bag of air. I do not kid, it was just there. Was not light, took quite a kick. If headed, made you feel quite sick. Men were men, in days of old. I was one. So just be told. Watched a match. The other day. On TV when I switched on I say. Was that a beach ball? I did see. In pretty colours, he he he. As I watched the match a while. With just a tap, ball flew a mile. Well not quite that far, it's true. But tap it about, players did do. Were some players swimmers, for they did dive. Brought on my face, a certain smile. Earn't a penalty. One did do. Missed scoring the goal, he did it's true. Football rose high in the air. If rugby two points would be there. But kick that ball, they sure did do. So could my missus, I'm telling you. She'd get that ball in the net. As none would dare stop her, of that I'll bet. But as that football looks so gay. With pretty colours, I meant to say. I guess them men could play all day. As no one took their ball away. Pretty ball diving too. Is that football? I'm asking you. If boys and girls come out to play. They use balls like that every day. Oh! It's hero worship, did you say? Playing with coloured footballs today. Well on that footnote I'm away. To colour my football today. I have to thank Dragon's auto punctuation for commas and full-stops. Although I had to type this statement myself as all Dragon did was , and . Have a nice day all you who read this here. If you do not, well I hope you have a nice day anyway, but you will never know I said that will you? (The mad Author)<