There was me at the other end of Woodcock St, on the bombed school of Otterburn / Naburn Start; we played (at one end) to a wall with the goal painted on, a dropped path immediately in front and a bloody great 'NO BALL GAMES ALLOWED' sign, just aching to be clattered. Always remember sweeping off the glass when enough turned up for a proper game - great days indeed; grass, what was that?
