This post is for Kahless and everyone else who is interested in football. Now don’t ask me what sort it was, cause I don’t have a clue.
I was living in London at the time and someone (probably male) suggested I go to an English soccer match. I think it was soccer. In Canada, in 1969, soccer was unheard of. So I decided to go. It was quite exciting. Lots of noise from the crowd. Lots of shouting and singing.
When I think about it now, and the number of people in the stadium and all the things I’ve heard on the news about soccer crowds, I feel quite a sense of anxiety and probably would never go again. But hey, I was 22 years old and invincible. And I’m glad I went. I’m glad I took the photos. Even though I don’t remember much about it. I don’t even remember who I went with. I did have a Welsh boyfriend around about that time.
Kahless, I have no idea who was playing, where it was held, when it was, or anything else about it.
Madeleine
Saturday, 14 June 2008








