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On the pop bus to Wembley…

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We were on our way to the Challenge Cup final of 1961. My brother John and I had managed to get a couple of tickets to the match and a lift with the Morgan’s Pop Factory down the road from where we lived in Ashton in Makerfield. Now the constituency of our Prime Minister. Never thought I’d ever be able to write that. John was a massive fan of Wigan Rugby, as we called it ( none of these silly extra names required for our team in those days and no adverts on their bums either ), which we thought … Continue reading On the pop bus to Wembley…

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“It could go either way” and other such horrors of “sportspeak”.

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A surfeit of Sportage has brought in a word shortage. What with cricket, a sport that takes days and can easily end in a draw, as well as a huge amount of tennis and now women’s football there has been a massive eruption of cliches. “This can go either way” has been used tirelessly when in fact ‘it’ can go only one way, with the exception of cricket where the phrase: ” a draw might be on the cards’ may well be dropped, as often as a catch. Try explaining cricket to anyone unfamiliar with the game, and you could … Continue reading “It could go either way” and other such horrors of “sportspeak”.

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Football talk in colour

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Some will have already switched off, and who can blame them. There’s a huge amount of football talk around. I was reminded of the days when I used to go to football matches, after all I’m one of that generation who saw Best Charlton and Law playing in their hey day. The last match I went to was at Arsenal’s then new stadium, with my son in law Jack. Great day out a mere walk away from where he lived at the time. Seats! And a view over the goal end. Good game too. When I lived and worked in … Continue reading Football talk in colour

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What’s the betting you don’t win?

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Cheltenham Race Week starts tomorrow, I think. I live down the road from the course but I’ve never been there. I’m sure it’s a wonderful event and the town will be filled with a heady mix of racegoers looking for the full English Breakfast or even the full Irish, as many of them are from Ireland. The bookies have a heyday and the streets start to fill with young women dressed as jockeys in a rather unseemly attempt at attracting business. Some of them have obviously never been near a horse and the horse would probably be thankful for that. … Continue reading What’s the betting you don’t win?