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The People’s Game

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Turbulence. We have moved from four jackets for four goalposts to portraits of corporates, pressed against glass and neatly contained. In the 1960’s the game was framed. A local buzzed and talked about that team of 64.

I was glad to be a boy, jaded from breathing in the dark, carving skid marks in grass, and knowing when a pitch would be covered by snow. Our matches were constant, broken by occasional huddles around an old transistor radio. 

Aged seven, I nearly touched George Best’s leg and now I moan the pies are getting smaller, and the Bovril’s getting weaker.

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