How many 'rules' were left out then........... how abart Constantly arguing whether the ball went over or under the (no-existent) crossbar
I was always made to be the keeper but I guess that as the annoying little sister hanging out with my brother’s mates I was equivalent to the ‘fat kid’. Penalties were awarded every two seconds because they kept arguing constantly and that was one way to shut each other up by each team having about 20 penalties a game.
That's exactly what happened with my wife, too. Her older brother and his best mate were always making Crystal go in the goals. His best mate was Colin Walker, who later played and coached Barnsley.
First twenty minutes trying to find a can not squashed flat, then 30 minutes working out who was on, then 5 minutes before someone’s mam was calling them in.
Reminded me of some brilliant old 80's playing days on Highfields at Wombwell, when the aptly named "******" dog would enter the Football Arena. All the kids would scarper onto the surrounding 5ft wall, leaving everything they had to get away - multiplex casey, coats that were goal posts, BMX, 20 Regal. If you couldn't make it up on time it was like being dragged back onto the colosseum floor and being mauled by a tiger, only this was worse. The chant of "****** dog, ****** dog" would cry out from the lucky lads that had made it up onto the wall and for the unfortunate soul that had been caught he would be subjected to the lipstick for 5 mins and a week at school of everyone knowing he had been dry loved by a dog.
Yup, you're right he did, old mate. I'm assuming you mean Colin Walker and not Crystal's older brother?
Not to mention the other scourge - all the dog-**** on the pitch that had to be dribbled round, taking care not to get dumped into it by an over-enthusiastic tackler.
Used to kick a ball around Locke Park in the mid to late 80s with my old man, ridiculous amounts of dog ****! We can reminisce of days gone by but at least that has improved!
No bugger had a car on my council estate. Far too posh. Often the ball got stuck under the ice cream van on its way round and scraped the life out of it. ( unless it was a tennisy ) and god help if it landed in mr Taylor's ( neighbour) garden. It came back flat. Great days.
16 a side was always interesting on our street . Mrs Wiper used to keep our ball when it went in her garden the old cow !