Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
This weekend, I furloughed my Sky Sports subscription. An adjudication which'll no doubt be a cost saving strategy employed by a majority of subscribers to this satellite/cable TV conduit. Whatever situation gave birth to the adage 'It's a no-brainer', it couldn't possibly have made a stronger case for it's adoption than my actions on Sunday.... 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 →
I've just returned from a round trip to Cheshire, picking up my mother from her Christmas hiatus at my sisters home. Bringing back the matriarch home to West Yorkshire, ending my few angst-free days of solitude. Mater (Maggie) was in fine spirits on the journey home, her yuletide spent in the company of my youngest... Continue Reading →
During my fledgling years my main love was association football, as an old Pathe news commentator may've dubbed the game in his authoritative BBC English tones. In particular, I was enamoured by the all conquering 1960s/70s Leeds United teams managed by Don Revie. Accomplished exponents of a game that led to a boyhood pipe dream of... Continue Reading →
A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today's prose my mother (whose house I'm currently residing in suggested I journal further memories from the same era........... Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last... Continue Reading →
Six weeks ago I disclosed, via at least one literary pastiche, that I'd joined a local community choir. A move I'd taken after witnessing the collective joy on singers faces mid-refrain, as they tunefully accompanied my Marie Curie collection on Garforth Main Street. The groups attendance part of organised entertainment arranged for the massed crowds... Continue Reading →