when i was younger i spent a lot of time hanging around the soccer pitches beside my familys pub. i played soccer there and watched the local team there, cycled around and did loads of other silly things that im sure i’ll remember when im least expecting it. i got chased by tibor (my uncles huge dog) down the field one time, returning back to the pub in a state of shock, i got a football in the head one time when a free kick went wide and hit me, knocking me over and shaking me up for a little while. the normal silly things that happen when you’re a kid.

i was talking to my mum this evening and she was telling me that there was a soccer camp on there this weekend. a freak wind somehow knocked over a pair of goalposts and killed a ten year old boy. he was the only child of a family that lived nearby.