Firstly, let me warn you that this is my view of the evening and those with different tinted glasses might have heard it different to me.
Firstly, let me warn you that this is my view of the evening and those with different tinted glasses might have heard it different to me.
So, within five minutes, I must mentally prepare myself to play 90 minutes of a competitive U23 league game, as a 16 year old.
First things first, and far more importantly than anything happened footballing wise, it’s important to remember that football is for everyone.
The night was set. A beautiful, gentle summer's breeze brushed over the top of Imperial Fields.
I watched those Bear Grylls shows back when they were on a few years back.
So this is the start of my 10th season following Tooting & Mitcham, since I came back to SW London.
First competitive fixture of the new season. Yes it’s over the water in West Ham territory, but having not missed a minute of pre-season I’m there.
A wave of optimism none of us saw coming. Fuck me it feels good.
Yesterday saw our first away game of this season and a bunch of The Irish Lot headed off to Croydon.
Tooting’s new look squad already looked well drilled. The ‘announced’ players gelling with the yet to be named faces.
As a man true to my word, I'm sadly writing this in the same vein but from a much different circumstance.
It’s done, we move on. Take our lessons. First balls, lads.