I am currently writing a series of reviews on books that I have read in the past, in part because I am a new member of the Goodreads website. I wanted to post reviews based on my memory of those books and how I felt about them at the time. As time goes by, memory can often be unreliable. Inevitably, I am finding that it is the books that I really enjoyed which are the ones that I have better memories of. The bad ones have long since been forgotten.
For the next seven days. Son of My Father is available on Amazon for £0.99. (Now expired).
It can be found here. Son of My Father
From Son of My Father, a further extract.
I played for the school football team, but it almost didn't happen. We played on a Council run park that was on the outskirts of the city. The facilities were basic at best, and there were three football pitches.
Boys in the school team or close to selection played on the main pitch. The game was usually between two sides picked by the school football captain and the football coach. I was never picked, probably because I wasn't a mate of the captain, and the coach hadn't seen me play. I went and played on one of the other pitches. Pitch number three it was called. I played against boys who were not very good. At that level I was pretty good. I seemed to have a knack for scoring and most weeks, against inferior opposition, I would score several goals.
