Signs of Spring

Catkins (lovely word, isn't it) beside the old railway line path close to our flat. Taken on the way to Monday night football. Seemed it just wasn't to be for us tonight as the opposition managed several last ditch tackles and goal-line clearances to thwart us time and again. And I also failed to beat the goalie in a couple of one-on-one chances that would have helped to at least keep us in contention. Still, with time running out and our team 1-6 down, I was very pleased to be able to turn their last defender and score my, and our second of the night. Particularly pleasing as the defender in question was D, probably their best player and always difficult to play against. Further more it felt like I even managed to muscle him off the ball, slightly in the style of Dundee United's striker of the moment Nadir Çiftçi. Which for anyone who knows me is really pretty unlikely. As L said when I told her about it, he was probably off balance. Pleasing none the less. And there was still time for their goalie to make another point blank save from my header before the end. It's the little things in life that give us pleasure. Catkins on a tree branch and a goal in a friendly game of eight-a-side football.