Please indulge me for a little personal reminiscence. It gets relevant later on. I’m afraid it concerns football. No! Don’t go away. It also concerns serious pedagogy. Don’t forget Camus said that football taught him all he knew. Me too. I spent my childhood doing little else. Every spare moment I played with my chums in the playground with jerseys for posts or on Gold Hill Common with the silver birches for goals.
We’d play late under the stars. Ah, splendour in the grass. And girls played too. There was no discrimination. Brenda Edwards could do flying drag- backs and stepovers years before Ronaldo. She was the ace striker for our school and village teams.
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