Back to the garden window

I was going to post the second half of the comment about the view from my garden window, but things have change in a most encouraging way. The street has come to life - just a bit, but a hopeful bit. Street football is back.
All the stereotypes are present and correct:

• The serious players (stepovers and flashiness, poor finishing)


• The cheeky chappie (more enthusiasm than skill, but always with a smile)


• Billy Big Bollocks (has to show how hard he can kick, so loses the ball quite often).

Curiously they play across the road rather than along it, like we did. Quick enquiries revealed that this was because the goalies could use the grass verges. Apparently that don't have the bottle to dive on tarmac, like we did.
Ah, well. Can't have everything.