Footy

I remember that we used to get to primary school at least an hour before the bell.

The motivation was footy.

We were code hoppers, variably playing soccer, touch, rugby league and even forcings back, years before Australian rules landed in Sydney.

We didn’t know what union was until high school and that was a laugh, learning all the silly rules. I can still hear the complaints “what we have to think while we play?” and “sir, he didn’t release the pill”.

Back to primary school. Occasionally we would skip the ball altogether and just get down to some pure unadulterated thuggery called British Bulldog.

I wonder when this was last played in an Australian school? Because one thing is for sure our little dears couldn’t possibly survive such an enjoyable pastime.