Were you there?

Ode to Everton . When at Thy call my weary feet I turn The gates of paradise are opened wide At Goodison I know a man can learn Rapture more rich than Anfield can provide. In Coulter’s skill and Geldard’s subtle speed I see displayed in all its matchless bounty The power of which the […]

Lined up then in such formations Careless of life’s complications Deaf to birdsong, blind to flowers Prepared to chase the ball for hours, . A swarm of boys who heart and soul Must make a beeline for the goal. A kind of ordered anarchy (There was, of course, no referee). . They ran and shouted, […]