On winter nights you’d take me to the football. Through dark, terraced streets huddled in their ruins beneath the floodlights, wrought iron hammered by men and bent to the sky. Inside, piss and beer puddled the concrete, Chanting voices ebbed and roared. I watch a far off fight, the crowd parting then surging, like seaweed […]

LEEDS On the side of a mill On the Rochdale canal. Anger is an energy and it fuelled you. LEEDS Listen. Can you hear? The rumble of approaching Doc Martens? There. Can you see? A skinhead with a scarf on his wrist? LEEDS A strike into enemy territory TOMMY DOCS RED ARMY SHANKLY in yellow […]