There was a time.
When he owned the concrete.
Johnny Kennan (him off the telly) kicks it old school:
A friend of mine told me about his 12 year old son graduating from national school recently.
I cast my mind back to the day I graduated from national school. It was 30 years ago. I’m old!
I don’t remember having a graduation. I remember the principal telling us we were getting nothing because we were the worse class ever. Looking back we were just young lads finding our way through life and any trouble we got up to was just hijinks.
It got me thinking though. When I tried to picture myself sitting in that school desk the first thing to hit me was the memory smell of pencil sharpener. Usually I have to smell something to give me a sense of memory.
Then I remember the football match we used to have on special Fridays in the school yard. If we were good. All week we’d wait for that game. Because it was just our class that would have the playground to ourselves.
All week we’d wait just to be told we were too bold and we couldn’t play. But then on rare occasions we would get our game. For one hour on a Friday afternoon we were playing at Wembley on FA Cup final day.
We played with a tennis ball and that made it more magical. It meant the purists could play. I had eyesight in just one eye. Still have. It was very important to have foot- eye coordination. With my left foot and left eye I owned that concrete.
Then I got thinking some more.
Could I name my classmates from 6th class in 1987? 30 years ago? I have 32 in my mind. I don’t know why. One for every county or every chess piece.
After a lot of serious thinking I came up with 25. I know I can ring my friend Jim and he can name the rest. I think it’s better pay him a visit and catch up.
What I wouldn’t give to be back on that yard with those boys for one more day. Just to remember and feel what it was like to be 12 again.
“I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?”