This is a memory from when I was fifteen, playing football on a saturday morning for my school team, full of literary fuzziness, and then… crack!

shut the fuck up
the goalie’s snapped
his leg
echoes round
the lovely boles
crack, what’s a bole?
so red the leaves…
bloody hell
broke his leg
I heard it go
for fuck’s sake
coiling in
the dewy grasses
lovely morn
standing here
slapping gloves
all ears
at the other end
goalies love
a golden mist
nil – nil
with the echo
his scream
beautiful autumn
first win of the season