With One Bound, He's Free

With One Bound, He's Free

Welcome to the cousin of Suspend Your Disbelief.
He's a nice bloke, wants to be a footballer and is having trials with Brentford.

He's got a Beckham-bogbrush haircut and has just learned to drive. He wears those nasty plastic bananas on his feet that some people call football boots. His girlfriend is called Tanya and has orange skin. All his mates and their girlfriends are exactly the same. They go down the local boozer at weekends and shout really loud when they get pissed. If he's got a game on Saturday he usually ends up playing with a hangover. If he doesn't make it, he'll probably try to get on that telly thing with Jose Mourinho.

He's decided to start this blog to showcase his sports writing in particular. It's not rubbish, it's actually quite good. Better than he is as a footballer. Some of it comes from his dad who is like all of those fat blokes you see at every football match in England. His dad is absolutely certain of the fact that he was better than Pele in his day - it's just that no-one noticed.

You'll still find this stuff on SYD - but for those of you who carnt be bovvered to wade through stories about Kid Creole finding severed ears, or existential cups of tea, or people who paint their cars to look like they're characters in Scooby Doo - this might be more your plate of pie n mash.

So without further ado - welcome to Through Your Legs.