I was playing football for the Strollers on the second pitch at Kingsway school.
For some reason I was having great difficulty tying my shoe laces on my football boots. As a result of this I missed kick off and was shitting it that I had been put on the subs bench.
Luckily the tinker man, Mohammed Mushin was being lenient, and I waltzed on mid-game.
After the game had finished, I found myself walking past JJBs – the one that is just before you get to Whip Ma Whop Ma Gate in York (yes it does really exist).
Some of the clothes and shoes were actually outside the shop on the road on racks. As I went past it, I noticed a yellow toweling Adidas retro tracksuit top. I decided that it would make a nice present for Heather.
I went over to have a look, and noticed that the entire BBC iCan editorial team were working there.
One of the girls, Samanthi, was looking for another job and was telling me this conspiratorially in hushed tones. As she was doing this, she was writing a list of some description.
I continued to look through the rack of Adidas gear. I found a small version of the yellow top (which now had brown sleeves), but then remembered that Heather had told me she didn’t suit yellow.
This was actually okay, because the small yellow one with brown sleeves had now turned into a large brown one with green sleeves.
I found another rack, and on there were more Adidas tops. Oddly these Adidas tops all bore a striking resemblance to an French Connection top I used to have (and have recently given to some cat benefiting charity – don’t ask).
It was a beige (marl, ecru? – who makes up these names?) and had a hood. The body of it had a black stripe across the chest, about 10 cm deep. Within this strip was written FCUK in red.
On the version I was holding in my hand, all the other features were present, except there was an ‘A’ in front of the FCUK.
I told Samanthi of my (obvious) amazement that I had found Adidas ripping of old FCUK designs.
More amazingly, she too was amazed, telling the rest of the editorial team, rather excitedly.
When I got back to Mi Mam’s house, I found that I was wearing not one, but two of these jackets. Obviously it was going to look like I had nicked them, but this was not my intention.
I thought about phoning JJBs and paying for them over the phone with my credit card.
Then I thought ‘bollocks to that’.
Next I was in my old bedroom, looking up towards the end of the road (Burton-Stone-Lane end), waiting for a lift to football.
A red van came round the corner, and drove towards our house. Lenny Hanniford was driving it. As it parked up outside, I said to whoever was sat next to me, ‘wouldn’t it be good if that was the Strollers’ mini bus?’.
And, lo, it was, with Lenny as our driver.