In the late forties we used to play football by gaslights on a strip of green by the main road. Most of the lads were a few years older than me and you had to take the knocks or be called a cry baby. You soon learnt how to skip over a flaying foot or ride a tackle. At the age of eight I used to play for several hours until my sister came to fetch me for bed. She always knew where to come. Home, bruised, grazed knees, but happy.