Sven, the strange power of football and maybe even the meaning of life | Max Rushden
Sometimes you wonder why so many of us let this game rule our lives but just look at the life, and the friendships, it can give
It’s the 85th minute of a top-of-the-table clash between the Melbourne University Bohemians and our opponents, Barnstoneworth: 2-2, the penultimate game of the season. A point favours them – identical records but their goal difference is wildly superior.
I show for a throw, slightly mis-control it under pressure and lump it somewhere upfield. “Shit yourself there, mate,” announces their centre-mid. Jet black mid-length curly hair, I’d put him about 20 years my junior.
