Being a lifelong Ipswich Town fan of course I would have loved to have played for them, but things never work out that way. And as Sir Bobby Robson once managed the Toon Army it seemed OK to wear the black and white stripes.
When I started my playing career I was a goalkeeper. But soon found that my skills as a forward were much-needed.
The day, I’m sure was a saturday. The location, St.James Park, the opponents Liverpool.
It was a goalmouth scramble, The ball hit the keeper and flew back, someone else hit the crossbar and that’s when my chance came. The ball was coming to me for that perfect once in a lifetime shot. My foot raised with speed and power and connected with the ball. I watched it fly from my foot, but sadly just scoot by the top right hand corner and go out of play.
I put my hands to my head, and I heard the crowd say “ouch, what did you do that for?”
“You kicked me!”
“You just kicked my in the ass!”
I awoke from my dream to find a very annoyed Wife. Apparently I kicked her several times.
Moral of story….
Keep you knee over the ball and keep your shot down!