I'd tossed the coin, the teams had chosen and changed ends when there she was: tall, willowy, with mucky face, a teenage lass with grubby pram in which -- it soon transpired -- a grimy, grim-faced child with grubby dummy in her mouth. Small sister. Not a baby and not yet visibly revealed -- as she would be -- beneath the piled-up objects in the pram. They'd come to see their brother score a goal. Ten minutes later he obliged. As if by magic, in big sister's hand: a rattle -- not a baby's rattle,mark you! One of those old football rattles that you never see these days. Its sound was of a flock of geese at war with robot ducks. A world of objects left the pram on trajectories through the air. And so for the duration of the match she ran the line, kept up with play whilst pushing pram in one direction; and pulling it the other, always with one hand. And all the time, both pram and sister bounced and lurched alarmingly on the uneven turf. And every time she whirled her rattle round her head the pram was emptied of its objects -- liberally provided for that purpose,as I had it told to me between the halves. He loves his football, sir, she said. Gets so excited, so he do!
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Sports are really a family affair!
Hehehe:D How I love this. It cheered up this rather gloomy afternoon for me!
Thank you Dave.
ha it is so fun to see when a family gets into the game, esp when one is playing...the feel of support, it does make you want to play all the more....fun to watch them in your verse...
How fun Dave that the whole family,including the pram and baby are rattling and waving into the sports ~
Splendid picture with great finale.
You provided such a wonderful scene, that I wished it was on film!!! It read like the script for a great Northern life setting; familiar in many families of old days, with raw spirit.
A wonderful story with great emotion!!!
All Good Wishes to you Dave, for the New Year,
Everyone needs such a fan as this, whether in football or in life!
slice of life. . . real incident I'm sure. . . . your memory is a cask...
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One of those old football rattles
that you never see these days.....
I wish they would bring them back.
Better than those irritating trumpets
Football was an addiction I left to my brothers. You almost (almost) make me regret the lost family solidarity.
I agree - or it should be!
Thanks for saying so.
Yes, I'm with you re your first observation. Thanks for the comment.
Mmm, I was a bit worried about the rather latge "baby" in the pram and the way the pram tilted as she changed course at times! I'm afraid I watched her at times when I should have been watching the play!
Thanks for this.
Thank you so much. reading your reamrks and thinking back to the event I could see it as a film, yes!
True, very true!
Was a real incident, yes. The first time my son came to see me referee - he couldn't believe his eyes - or ears!
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I shall take the "almost" as a compliment. Thank you!
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