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Post by des on Dec 9, 2022 17:02:18 GMT
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Post by geordiehatter on Dec 9, 2022 17:32:17 GMT
It's really good this one, everybody. Vicar has shared snippets of this on here over the years, which makes the chance to read the whole tale really alluring- our man's storytelling does not let us down! |
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Post by des on Dec 14, 2022 15:38:24 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 15, 2022 11:16:19 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 16, 2022 22:01:18 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 17, 2022 10:13:48 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 18, 2022 10:53:07 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 19, 2022 17:46:42 GMT
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Post by Bredburyhatter on Dec 19, 2022 19:44:55 GMT
Flying to Eastleigh away is probably just about in the top 20 memories of our non league years  |
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Post by des on Dec 20, 2022 11:32:35 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 21, 2022 11:07:55 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 22, 2022 17:09:21 GMT
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Post by des on Dec 23, 2022 14:54:40 GMT
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Post by geordiehatter on Dec 23, 2022 15:12:59 GMT
I've just taken delivery of this book, as a free gift within part of a gift subscription to the fantastic Scottish football magazine Nutmeg that I've got young GH for Christmas (it's OK, I don't think he lurks/trolls me on here anymore...). Des is right, the guy is an amazing writer, such an observer and illuminator of small details. Take this passage from a page I opened at random- part of an account on an afternoon spent at a rainy Autumnal Kendal Town vs Tadcaster... 'Each time players migrated to the sideline, their stampeding feet made sploshing, pitter-patter melodies in the sodden turf. It sounded as if ballet were being performed in a sheep dip. Added to this oddly therapeutic composition was the rustling of leaves in those parts of the pitch overshadowed by shedding trees. On several occasions, a defender clouted the ball clear and found he had also inadvertently summoned a shooting star of russet, amber and ochre, like some Autumnal magician. Or a sudden gale would conjure a leaf whirlwind around a winger as he dribbled forward. The only thing missing from the scene was a goalkeeper challenging a full-back to a game of conkers'. There's 176 pages in the book and having read some of Gray's other stuff I know it will be of similar quality. Pure poetry. |
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Post by des on Dec 24, 2022 11:51:36 GMT
It’s Christmas Eve! Although I am feeling a bit of a Scrooge today. I sent a strongly-worded message to Keighren, Lee, Brown and Baker informing them that under no circumstances were they allowed any turkey or mince pies until they’d answered my festive questions. Fortunately, they’ve all responded, so as you’re tucking into your Christmas dinner tomorrow, you can be safe in the knowledge your favourite County correspondents won’t be going hungry. thescarfmyfatherwore.substack.com/p/a-christmas-eve-chat-with-your-favourite |
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