For some foul reasonSometimes the Berwickshire letter column produces a gem:
Sir- What glorious weather last Saturday!
Recently on my feet again after a week in the BGH, what could be nicer than an afternoon stroll round Happer Field in Greenlaw?
A football match between Greenlaw and Gordon was an added bonus. As I got nearer the illusion was shattered by the appalling language both on and off the pitch.
Happer Field is shared by all the community, including young children. To have this facility abused by a few foul mouthed footballers is selfish in the extreme. Oh dearie me it would not happen in Hutton (no pitch) or on the football ground in Duns Park which is more suited to water polo and anyhow the eastern and central Borders are not a foul mouthed lot as this excerpt from 'Muddied Oafs' by the relatively unknown Berwickshire Playwright A.B Hear demonstrates:
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The large Hawick striker, rushes across the muddy penalty area and having tripped the Eyemouth defender kicks him twice in the face. The referee rushes over brandishing a red card and pointing to the spot. Slowly the Eyemouth man gets to his feet;
'Bother' he says
'Mud on me clean shirt and laundered this mornin' Labels: Bad Language, Fowl Footballers
