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The Ghosts of Christmas Presents Past. Number Four: The Football

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THE Ghosts of Christmas Presents Past. Number Four: The football

What’s that under the tree, the round parcel that won’t sit still?… A big black bomb from a comic? A giant fat-ball to hang above the bird bath? A soap-on-a-rope for Vanessa Feltz?

No, it’s the ghost of the former king of the Christmas present hill: the proper leather football.

Nowadays, you can pick up Nike balls for 99p in the bargain bins outside sports shops. But once upon a time a ball, like a dog, was not just for Christmas – it had to be nurtured for years. They cost an arm and a leg, and that wasn’t the half of it: when it rained they were heavy and hard enough to break the other arm and leg.

The Encyclopedia of British Football summed up the impact of a regulation Size 5:

“On wet days the ball grew increasingly heavy as the leather soaked up large amounts of liquid. This, together with the lacing that protected the valve of the bladder, made heading the ball not only unpleasant but also painful and dangerous.”

Stan Cullis of Wolves and England was knocked out and seriously injured twice during matches as a result of heading the ball and having it fired into his face, and retired on the advice of doctors. Like many players of his era, he suffered dementia, often attributed to heading the old-style balls.

Plastic Fantastic

When a leather ball wasn’t available, kids in the Sixties and Seventies made do with a plastic substitute. The cheapest of these were as light and floaty as the proper ones were leaden. A young lad would have trouble getting a corner into the box using the leather ball, but these black-and-white plastic baubles would fly into the air at the slightest touch, making it impossible to score from any range further than three yards.

Better by far was the Wembley Trophy – a heavy orange ball with fake panels embossed upon it. It came in a special presentation box, and could do almost as much damage as a leather ball, especially on cold days, when it would sting the thighs, smash the testicles and bring tears to the eyes of any boys foolish enough to block its path.

Grab Your Coating

Help was on its way. In the 1970s balls were coated with polyurethane to stop water retention. Today’s versions have a latex bladder and a synthetic leather casing, while Adidas World Cup balls are thermally bonded and machine-pressed.

And they let girls play these days. Bah, humbug.

For more balls: www.soccerballworld.com

Ed Barrett

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.

  • When I was a lad I went on a school trip to Man U. As well as meeting the great Sir Matt himself we were invited to watch the team train. We clustered behind the goal while the players amused themselves with these new fangled plastic balls. At one point Bobby Charlton let go with one of his shots from outside the box. He missed the goal by about 6 feet (2 metres). One of my schoolmates, Terry Harrop, a slow but fearless centre half (central defender), stuck up his beshorted leg and stopped it with his thigh (femur). The noise was like a rifle shot and Terry went down like Ronaldo in front of goal. The red mark was still on his leg on the way home and the subsequent bruising was much admired the next day.

  • Petronius

    Crap story (mine) but I’m from the 1980s and I’ll never forget the time in the Juniors playground in Primary when I got hit full in the face by one of those old style leather balls, so old it was grey and I think my whole face was red, or at least it felt like it. I’ll never forget that.

    It was the same with Cricket, I’ll never forget the time that I was having balls bowled into my face and smashing my lip on one of those solid wood with solid leather and solid stitching plus the solid seam. All of that was etched on my memory/face too.

    No wonder kids are so soft nowadays and go around knifing each other. Back then we did it for sport and under the direction of sadistic PE teachers.

    Plastic balls = Broken Britain.

  • Saul

    Two words to inspire fear into schoolboys, forcing them to beg their Mam’s to write them a note to avoid football practice.

    Mitre Mouldmaster.