The pitch was always poor in under 14s
footie. At the start of the season the council
would send men out. Paint the lines,
mow the turf, align the goalposts.
I always played better when he came
standing there with his accent.
My first goal scored, smiles all round.
Jogging back, raised fist to you
yours pumped in the air. We got on
back then before the stubbornness set,
distance in years between us showed.
That break in the relationship a hole
in my memory, will never be filled.
Gareth lives in Wales. He has his first collection out now by FutureCycle called The Miner. He hopes one day to achieve something special with the pen.
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