mkhammer wrote:Playing football each and every spare minute of the day...anywhere and everywhere...
Playground,Park,Garden,kitchen,frontroom.bedroom,hallway,street,any bit of green you could
find,garages,(my neighbours hated me smashing the ball against the metal doored garages)
Good footballs,shit footballs (those F.in stupid light ones that went in an entirely different
direction to the one you were kicking it in.. :i am genuinely amused: ) Tennis balls,the little plastic ones that would
split(evidently you could use them when split to break into some cars back then,bit of suction to
pop the lock.. :i am genuinely amused: )
Playing at night when you couldn't even see the ball,used to love Squash football,where by you
used an area of wall as a goal,and take turns scoring,trying to smash the ball as hard as you could
against the wall so your mate would have to score from about fifty yards away.. :i am genuinely amused:
I broke more windows than I can remember....climbing in and out of peoples gardens getting
your treasured footie back.........Loved it.....
Then fuckin girls came along.......................ruined it.... :i am genuinely amused:
At Secondary School we used a piece of wood from woodwork class.
Me and my older bruv use to play football in our long passage.We`d get some socks and put it in a bigger socks.We would do the commentary has we were playing