(Note - these postings come from my facebook page, where they are titled "in praise of", not "what made me happy")
A couple of times in the last few months I have nearly done an "in praise of Ramsey" but something else has trumped him (horseradish sauce or peeing alfresco or something).
Whenever I've seen him I've thought how come no-one found an English grandmother for this one....he's looked the best young home-grown talent for years.
For those who don't follow such things he had his leg busted-up last night in one of those tackles that leads to the other players being physically sick on the pitch, and a few in tears (not least the similarly-aged lad who got sent off for the tackle).
We call these tackles a "Croughan" in our house, (after an identical incident at Lampeter) though pampered Premiership footballers get oxygen, stretchers, and an ambulance that comes in under five minutes as opposed to well over an hour...
Fingers-crossed for the lad.
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
No comments:
Post a Comment