He remembered what it was like in the glory days. The noise of the crowd, the smell of the changing room. Cup glory and the sprays of champagne. A slap on the back from jubilant teammates.
Excellent memories, fantastic days. All in the past.
The kids nowadays don't know they're born, he mused as he whiled away his lonely days in a dusty room. How he longed for those days to return.
But David Harris knew, as a broken man, they would not return. Those days were gone, lost to a better age.
Kids just didn't play Subbuteo any more.
Bryan Thomas about 5 years ago
Haha! I played Subbuteo when I was a kid.