• Blues Cafe
    Went down to the Blues Cafe to watch football the other day. Server said, “The game’s not on. I have the Club. The Special’s gone.”
  • Hill 112 (It Started In The Garden)
    It started in the garden. He was barely one year old. He’d stand and get a hand to every ball his mother rolled. His father taught him how to catch. This new skill made them smile. They knew he’d be a keeper for awhile. While other boys would mess about you’d find him with a […]
  • Pass Me The Football
    My mother’d no money for music. My father, he played back in school. Just like my grandfather, before him. They were hard men and nobody’s fool. I struggled in reading and writing. To succeed I was nobody’s bet, but the crosses I’d hit, so inviting, the ball’d find the back of the net. I met […]
  • Defender Of The Year
    I read a Steward at the Stade de France foiled the attack of one who sought to enter just to claim more lives … and make us fear … … communing to enjoy the game we cherish. With the Bystanders, the Perished, … my Defender Of The Year.
  • I No Humour
    “I no humour,” said the man. “My side’s in fifteenth place. By May we won’t have fifty points if we stay at this pace.” “I no humour,” said the man. “Trouble with FA. I watch the matches from the stands. Too close? Too far away?” “I no humour,” said the man. “This Game’s no longer […]