Pure Football
Pure football
The world of football has grown to be the biggest sport on earth. Nearly every person in the world admires a football player, so my grandfather said ‘why not give it a go’ with his first born son (My father). At a very young age, my father was born into a life of football. The first thing he was given to play with was a football. At the young age of five, he was enrolled into the local football club called Dortsville FC. He started off as a goalkeeper, but he was rubbish at it. Then he try up front, still rubbish, then midfield, and as you guessed it he was hopeless. Then at last they gave him a chance as a defender. My father Paul Shelvey was so sick and tired of people calling him rubbish, hopeless and so on; he took his anger out on the players by slide tackling them. He was so good at tackling and not letting the strikers, midfielders or the odd time a defender get past him that the manager put him in the first team in every game. As time went on, my father improved so much so that he got trials at Aston Villa FC, Sunderland FC and other fairly big clubs. At the age of 15 he got into Sunderland FC. He got his debut at the age of 17, against a small club in the F.A. Cup. Soon after, he got into the first team and was one of the best defenders in England. He then got signed by Real Madrid and was one of the highest paid defenders in the league. But he was injured badly in a big game against Liverpool FC in the Champions League semi-finals. After thirteen months of therapy, he came back into the squad, but he wasn’t back to his great form of play. He was then sold back to England, to a Championship club up north. After a season with the club, he retired and came home to his darling wife and son and became a stay-at-home dad. When I was born, my father called me Ian, after his mentor Ian Rush who used to play for the great Liverpool Football Club back in the 80’s when Liverpool was managed by the great Kenny Dalglish. My father always told me
The world of football has grown to be the biggest sport on earth. Nearly every person in the world admires a football player, so my grandfather said ‘why not give it a go’ with his first born son (My father). At a very young age, my father was born into a life of football. The first thing he was given to play with was a football. At the young age of five, he was enrolled into the local football club called Dortsville FC. He started off as a goalkeeper, but he was rubbish at it. Then he try up front, still rubbish, then midfield, and as you guessed it he was hopeless. Then at last they gave him a chance as a defender. My father Paul Shelvey was so sick and tired of people calling him rubbish, hopeless and so on; he took his anger out on the players by slide tackling them. He was so good at tackling and not letting the strikers, midfielders or the odd time a defender get past him that the manager put him in the first team in every game. As time went on, my father improved so much so that he got trials at Aston Villa FC, Sunderland FC and other fairly big clubs. At the age of 15 he got into Sunderland FC. He got his debut at the age of 17, against a small club in the F.A. Cup. Soon after, he got into the first team and was one of the best defenders in England. He then got signed by Real Madrid and was one of the highest paid defenders in the league. But he was injured badly in a big game against Liverpool FC in the Champions League semi-finals. After thirteen months of therapy, he came back into the squad, but he wasn’t back to his great form of play. He was then sold back to England, to a Championship club up north. After a season with the club, he retired and came home to his darling wife and son and became a stay-at-home dad. When I was born, my father called me Ian, after his mentor Ian Rush who used to play for the great Liverpool Football Club back in the 80’s when Liverpool was managed by the great Kenny Dalglish. My father always told me