no, that's not a misspelling, but you'll have to read to find out why.
I first started wearing glasses when I was seven years amounts to Charlton Manor Primary School in south London. These were provided by the relatively new national health service period, with a third of a pint of milk to drink in school and a spoonful of malt extract that, much as I loved perversely so I now preferred in the beer.
So I was healthy, but the fact that I was wearing glasses meant that I will not ever be a sportsman.
My semi-independent high school, founded in 1652, was a school rugby game. Since I could not see much without my specs, this was a no-no sport for me, so I has sent the short cross-country. I hated them, but it was once taken for the school team against another grammar school. I deliberately made sure I crossed the finish line just before a boy from another school. You never took me back, which suited me well.
I liked the mandatory exercise such as climbing ropes, jumping on "horses" and advance the rolls. I could never, and never understood why they were so important. I much prefer a kickaround or playground fives, a precursor of squash, using hands instead of rackets. The game originated, I think, at Eton, the nursery premiers and archbishops of Canterbury. What is more important is that I discovered that despite my myopia, I had a good hand-eye coordination.
Later, the teacher training college where sports are not mandatory, I discovered that I am good at tennis, once taking a future compensation Wimbledon champion Virginia Wade in mixed doubles. I also played field hockey, stoolball, cricket precursor, and badminton at the county level. Yes, I came to love the sport.
He could have taken me to watch Millwall and Crystal Palace, both clubs just a bus ride. However, we were able to walk to Charlton. I do not remember the match, the score or who we played, but I do know it was a rite of passage. Because it was a nice walk, I could comfortably do on my own, I was temporarily "free" parenting borders and joined another family, united by an afternoon of emotional peaks and valleys.
The club has been variously known as the Robins, the Valiants and now the Addicks, a commonly accepted to come pre-championship days when players name would treat the visiting team with a post-meal fish match ( 'addock) and fleas.
Charlton is not a glamorous club and the only time I saw them live on television since his arrival in Jakarta were when they were in the Premier League (1999-2007). Still, it prides itself on being a community, family oriented club. (The Community Trust, which works with 10,000 young people each week, recently won the Football League Community Club of the Year, already won in 2009.)
My feeling of belonging to this community continues to thanks to an online forum that connects us, if we live near the valley or, like me, very far.
Ketts was first taken by his father "a few days" before their fifth birthday. For the past 39 years, he lived in Kettering, which is 67 miles (108 km) from London. But he has not changed his allegiance. He said, " games can be far easier from here; I go to every game, home and . "
Major Ken lives now," 7000 miles away, too far to the west in Canada you can get . "He was taken to the valley by his grandfather," when I was old enough to go back and walk and not slow down . "
Thus, the "family" connections are a key to the fandom football. The current manager is Chris Powell, widely considered one of the good guys of English football. He proved that in three spells as a player with Charlton and his appointment as director in January 2011, which was greeted with delight by us Addicks.
This he replaced another nice guy, Phil Parkinson, seemed a little unhappy that the team had done relatively well, but in the third level. Since he was appointed director of Bradford City, a fourth level club, and this year lead them to the League Cup final. In doing so, he brought a shared pride to all of the city: the Pakistani and Bangladeshi communities no longer feel separate indigenous Yorkshiremen
.They lost the final of the other more clever Premier League side Swansea, but the pride that comes from a place remains.
F. Martin, who now lives far from Yorkshire, said: " Bradford is where I come from, where my family came, the place that defined me, and I I remembered that where I came from you never forget your roots . "
Yes.
How Manchester United "fans" can say that
Recommended reading: Jakarta Casual (http://jakartacasual.blogspot.com/) is written about local football by Antony Sutton of this parish, an Arsenal supporter was born in north London. He says that "the best thing in the Indonesian football is the people, the fans that you experience when you go to the games."