Playground football
Playground
What a laugh
playground football was with all your school mates. The only thing that made
school worthwhile and one of the few reasons kids would get up in the morning.
These days’ health
& safety have stopped most playground football, but the local drug dealer
outside the school gates is giving a new high to the kids that doesn’t involve
kicking a bald tennis ball around.
I attended a small
grammar school of some 350 boys. Other than summer months the only place to go
at break times was the school play ground. It was small with a five foot wall
surrounding on all four sides.
There was always a game of footie going on, so unless the likes of Appleby and
Barrington-Babb wanted to be steam rolled by thirty footballers all massed
together in a big scrum you had to scale the wall pretty sharpish.
Remember the school
had 350 children, so with 30 playing football that left some 320 dangling
precariously from the walls.
The boffins at the school who were not street football wise would often turn their back on the raging inferno below, working out some chess moves or showing off their collection of Peruvian first day covers.
The boffins at the school who were not street football wise would often turn their back on the raging inferno below, working out some chess moves or showing off their collection of Peruvian first day covers.
You would have
thought that with their incredible knowledge of physics and a deep
understanding of the Pythagoras theory they would have prepared themselves for
the inevitable.
Once Cliff Parker,
the hardest shot in the fourth year, wiped out the entire school quiz team of
Ackford, Eden , Jennings and Clements with a right foot
volley. The situation was further exacerbated in that the quiz team were due to
appear in the TV final of Top of the Form against the girls from Stella Maris
Convent that very evening.
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