For some reason I seem to remember the cheap plastic footballs when I was a lad kept puncturing. In the school playground we just used stones, if we didn't have a ball, which could even just be a tennis ball.
Pretty much Always been of "slight build" so the one to climb or crawl into awkward spaces. Even now at 64 I still get "you do that D you can get in easier"
Loved playing footie as a kid, would just bunk off lessons to go and have a game, there was a small group of us. I remember one lesson I often skipped was English, hated the teacher, he wasn't interested in us and I weren't interested in him. Probably explains why my English is so bad. Enjoyed those days. We kicked shhite out of one another mainly but didn't feel pain in them days lol.
Too right mate ... skinned knees from the concrete playground and the old girl going nuts at the hole in your school trousers ... Happy days
Frido Repaired many a puncture with a hot knife held over a gas ring. Gas possibly cost more than a new ball.
