Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Regular readers of my blogs may, or may not, be aware that I'm a regular listener to talkSport...... Actually, thinking about it, you don't have to a regular reader to may or may not know...... It's binary, so it goes without saying you either know or you don't........ Anyhow, in digress...... Listening to talkSport means... Continue Reading →
Yesterday teatime, while yours truly hovered over the bbq grill listening to talkSport on the radio, the serenity of my soul was soured by an item relating to England football fans. In particular a description of one England fan's behaviour before, during and after England's Euro 2020 final game with Italy. Incidentally, when saying hovering... Continue Reading →
Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the 'without thought for others' culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly... Continue Reading →
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →
Despite football fever gripping the nation following England's progression into Euro 2020's semi-finals, I remain indifferent about the whole jingoist odyssey. This tempering of euphoria borne from 50 years experience living with England flattering to deceive in tournament football, middle-age apathy about a game I've loved all my life, along with prevailing low mood manifesting... Continue Reading →
As a club cricketer over three decades, today I'm moved to pen a soupçon of club cricket tearoom recollections. A between innings undertaking which's for generations predominantly lain in the hands of amateur cricketer's wives, mums and girlfriends. Warm-hearted volunteers giving up their summer Saturday afternoons, ensuring attending teams/crowd are provided with sustenance, a warm smile and the occasional rollocking... Continue Reading →
