Goalies are mad. I tried to find a photo of this particular goalkeeper picking the ball out of the back of the net - just to embarrass him - but instead the only one I could find was a spectacular save.
I’ve only ever known two people daft enough to voluntarily play ‘goalie’. One was Dad who played in goal for a Birkenhead team in the 1920s and 30s and the other is the person pictured here, Ron Arbuckle. I think the game was the in the Liverpool Zingari League. Ron was GB’s ‘best friend’ at school; person who only really appreciated that he was ‘getting on in years’ when GB’s little brother brought a girlfriend into a pub; and, so far as I know, the only reader of this Blog who lives in Minorca !
Both Dad and Ron kept goal in the days when referees were somewhat less soft than today and being touched by a forward didn’t result in a foul being awarded – it resulted in a bloody big bruise. Yes, goalies were even more mad in those days.
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