“Nor tripped neither, you base football player…” King Lear, Act 1, Scene 4 What fool you? That you wouldst trip me as I was about to score: Bard 1 Thine 0; thou were sent packing, one red card won. I picked myself up, plucked a blade of grass from mine eye, placed the spot kick, […]

“Am I so round with you, as you with me, that like a football, you do spurn me thus?” A Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 1 I scored! I scored! Verily, all of you saw it, the ball came flighted over from the left wing, I nodded it in, their goalie bested, the ball […]

The St. John’s River not the Mersey and it’s the Super Bowl in Florida not Anfield or Goodison or Wembley: halftime during football with the hands not so much the feet, and the former Beatle’s in fine voice as Jacksonville cops crack down on terrorist threats, patrol the river, the surging crowd. “Live and Let […]

my Dad used to call it when we emigrated to the States in the mid-Fifties real footie we played in contrast to that other stuff when Basil would wrestle with aluminium on his rabbit ears to try to wrench a picture out of the snow on his black and white Sylvania TV to get a […]

took me to see South Liverpool we froze standing on the terraces on that damp dull Saturday in Garston with no one else nearby. We stamped our feet till halftime a cuppa tea and a pork pie to warm us up for the second half. Christopher T. George