tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post8676528854584396539..comments2024-03-25T20:23:11.480+00:00Comments on John Medd: FallenJohn Meddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10547777949324509522noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post-69715240351803865292016-06-21T08:15:19.501+01:002016-06-21T08:15:19.501+01:00That photo is just perfect. My own brief flirtatio...That photo is just perfect. My own brief flirtation with football peaked when I was about 10-11. Then I discovered music and nothing was ever the same - certainly any interest in football totally evaporated. For a period, after we scored a goal with our tennis ball in the school playground, we'd lie on our backs with arms outstretched, à la Charlie George's celebration in the 1971 cup final. I remember Peter Marinello too, what a life he's had. The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.com