…if yeez had a good pair of football boots, Jesus wanted yeez for a sunbeam…

…Docklands Govan in the 1950s mirrored life in most of the other huge urban conurbations in the UK… precious little money around… large families, tons of kids… infant school education on the State was excellent… but we children only realised that many, many years later… but the parallel caring for our well-being, our religious and spiritual needs, were supported by a range of denominations… in amongst our parish tenements sprouted various Churches… Roman Catholic, Wee Free, Church of Scotland, Wesleyan, to name a sprinkling of them… and the one my parents chose to have me attend… the local Methodist outfit… now, I’ve grown up to respect the views and religious persuasions of others, including atheists, but since many years back I consider myself more ‘spiritual’ in approach to life than ‘denominated’… that I’m a ‘believer’ is enuff for me, without the need of being proselytized or the desire to ‘convert’ anyone else to my way of thinking… that aside, the early Methodist church affiliation was not without its highlights… not the least were the Children’s Sunday School mornings, where hordes of kids, with fresh-scrubbed faces, clean jumpers and definitely clean handkerfchiefs, congregated for a couple of hours of organized  bedlam… the competition in the Sunday School songs had nothing to do with pitch, but always sung in the boisterous preferred key of ‘Very Loud’… and we assorted waifs sang out the verses as enthusiastic ‘Fishers of Men’... one favourite was ‘Jesus wants me for a sunbeam’, which some smartie-pants amended to ‘Jesus wants me for a Morris Minor’, the Sunbeam brand of car being considered not the best brand…


…and let’s not forget the need to fill the Church-affiliated ‘Life Boys’ social movement, whose primary activity on a Saturday was to play football against other Churches’ Life Boys squads, with teams usually being chosen on who had a pair of football boots…

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…watching the European Football Championships currently in progress, I wonder how many of the wantonly overpaid ‘prima donna acrobats’ on these fields would have been better equipped to play if they had had a decent pair of football boots as kids, and had Jesus chosen them to be a sunbeam?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!




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7 responses to “…if yeez had a good pair of football boots, Jesus wanted yeez for a sunbeam…

  1. Today was the day that could have ended all this rubbish. France at 3pm, Germany at 5pm and then Belgium at 9pm. Milady’s french, I’m German and we live in Belgium. And if all three would have lost then peace and quiet. But nope Another week, I’m sick of it…

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  2. Ahh, the days before Brexit and other spurious tom-foolery. Happy times.

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  3. The trouble with kid’s sports these days seems to be they’re too over-managed by adults. The pride of the parent’s gets involved. Too much stress.. Good post, Seumas. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  4. Got a giggle over this one. (Sunbeams were irons and appliances over here when I grew up…kinda middle of the road ones)


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