. a pied wagtail flies touchline to touchline ice cold rain .

‪ my mum remembers‬ ‪that my dad was on the books‬ ‪of Huddersfield Town‬ ‪called to National Service‬ ‪he returns a bricklayer‬

#19 she carefully unwraps and eats her sister’s rabbit #20 the pitch side crowded with daffodils

a face in the crowd the low sun and a pigeon slowly cross the pitch

a Boxing Day drink on the way to the football strangely quiet streets a ‘topping up’ in the Sir Robert Peel before the match talk of Christmas and how we’d be pleased with a draw outside the ground we fuel up further pre-match fervour free beer and mince pies provided by the club our Leicester […]