Mercy me…
I can remember when I was a kid; a hot summer day with a couple of friends doing the stuff the boys do. In the backyard on a carpet of green grass which now had become our Colosseum. Gladiators clad with armour - dirty Chuck Taylors, jeans and t-shirts standing our ground, arms outstretched, crouched and ready, waiting for the signal. Someone yell - Ready, Set, GO...... With grunts, groans and the boasting of our adolescent strength, we [...]