Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Saturday reveille brought in it's wake the melancholic news another of my boyhood footballing idols had passed. Jack Charlton becoming the third Leeds United legend to've died in just a matter of months. The one club footballer, who for nigh on two decades represented the club with distinction in on over 700 games, joining recently... Continue Reading →
I was intending to garden this afternoon. However, on this scorching day, my enthusiasm for the task disappeared along with the garden thermometer's mercury, after it overheated and blew its top. Consequently, as I write, my lawnmower loiters lonely and unloved in the garage, while yours truly lounges at a patio table shaded by parasol.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I'd another game of football with my lab/retriever buddy Coco; on this occasion, though, our contest played out on the back lawn. The additional space afforded to Cokes compared to the recent indoor game, of which I penned in Match Of The Day, seemingly adding a more competitive edge to the canine's match tactics.... Continue Reading →
It's just ten days before Leeds United's footballing return to (hopefully) conclude the 2019/20 COVID delayed Championship season. A remaining nine games which'll (again hopefully) propel the club back into the Premiership after sixteen years in English football's second tier or lower. In pundit parlay, prior to coronavirus induced cessation of footballing hostilities, my half... Continue Reading →
Only a week after the Leeds United family were robbed of legendary centre-back Norman Hunter by COVID-19, his Don Revie era team mate Trevor Cherry, or Churry as my dad's West Yorkshire dialect would sell you, has also passed, at the age of 72. As I write, I've absolutely no idea whether coronavirus precipitated Cherry's... Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire's predominantly incarcerated populace warm temperatures. It feels almost that these conditions have been delivered in mischief to test the resolve of the covidiots. The small proportion of citizens who've been subject to UK governmental requests not to venture out to minimise risk of spreading COVID-19, unless absolutely essential. Only... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I was unsurprised to learn the historically uneasy alliance between Leeds United Football Club (LUFC) and game administrators had taken another dip. Events which led to Friday's following statement on the club's official website:- "Leeds United acknowledges that Kiko Casilla has been found guilty of breaching FA Rule E3 during our Sky Bet Championship... Continue Reading →
In about two hours I'll be partaking in only my second ever Pilates class. This re-entering into the contrology studio resultant of, bar finding balancing on one leg without falling over a challenge, thoroughly enjoying my recent inaugural session of the core enhancing exercise. This lack of stability while attempting to remain upright on a... Continue Reading →
Later this morning I'm scheduled to participate in a Pilates class; this event yours truly's inaugural undertaking of this increasingly popular physical fitness system. I've played Pontius Pilate in a school play, but I don't believe the exercise session I'll shortly embark on is linked in any way to the Roman province of Judae's fifth... Continue Reading →