Sunday punch

Spent some time on Sunday pretending I was a professional sports photographer. I don’t think it worked. It did take me back, though.

The smell of Deep Heat, cries of ‘yellow head!’, vein-bustingĀ grimacing and football at times so bad it was genuinely laugh-out-loud funny. Not a single player intent on giving anything less than their all, though (take note, Northampton Town Football Club).

I do miss Sunday league, although standing onĀ the touchline, lens in hand, was somewhat easier on my legs.


p.s. can anyone work out what the dude by the post is doing?