You Have to Learn How to Walk Before You Can Play Football

(Most of this post has been written in lieu of putting it into my scrapbook.)

I must have mentioned before that some of my earliest memories involve playing football in the garden with my brother and our beloved Grandad Jim. Grandad used to keep control of the ball and we would try to get it off him. Even when we were about 4 and 7, he didn’t go easy on his young grandchildren as we struggled to tackle him and retrieve the ball. He kept close control and kept turning so that he always kept his back to us to hold us off. He used to referee Graeme’s football parties. He took us to matches at St. James’ Park in the days when Mickey Quinn and Mark Stimson were playing! Who are *they*? Exactly! Continue reading “You Have to Learn How to Walk Before You Can Play Football”