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Rodborough Walking Football

Updated: Feb 2

Rodborough Walking Football:

The Sun Shines on the Righteous

When I was a kid, I lived for football.

Kicking a ball against a wall,

Playing in the road, using street names as goal posts,

Playing ‘Five and In’,

Practising and practising and practising,

Until it got too dark to see,

Then falling asleep and dreaming of playing for England.

When I got a bit older, on my ninth birthday,

I went to my first match and was smitten:

Watching and studying and learning

The intricate skills of the professional,

As well as cheering and shouting.

I carried on playing;

School teams in the morning,

Local leagues on Saturday afternoons,

Then getting the scores at twenty to five,

Joining the twilight motley throngs

Standing outside the television shops,

Noses pressed to the windows.

I loved floodlit midweek games,

The hot chocolate walk home from the ground,

But the ritual and narrative of each week

Revolved around ‘When Saturday Comes’:

Life in all its guises was determined by this.

But now with Rodborough Walking Football,

The ritual and narrative of each week

Revolves around ‘When Wednesday Comes’:

Life in all its guises is determined by this.

Camaraderie rather than competition,

Inclusive not hierarchic,

Diversity in action,

Welcoming and life enhancing,

Turning back the clock.

Songs of Innocence and Experience:

William Blake would have loved Rodborough Strollers:

‘When Wednesday Comes’ -

Not amongst those dark satanic mills,

But the football pitch at Rodborough;

‘And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England’s mountains green?’

Why not come and walk with us at Rodborough?

You’ll re-experience the innocence of childhood,

You’ll feel young at heart,

And don’t be alarmed when you know and feel

The hands of the clock go widdershins –

It’s just the norm: you feel young again.

And don’t worry about the weather.

It never rains on us.

The sun shines on the righteous.

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