Wanstead Flats Playing Fields

These playing fields bring back memories. They bring back memories of being frozen solid, standing in my shorts and balancing awkwardly with my boots that had studs missing. They bring back memories of standing on the sideline as an unused Sub. Going home after an hour having been stood there for no reason in the freezing cold. These fields bring back memories of my friend Paul accidental falling on a duck near the little pond. These fields bring back memories of me showing off to a girl by hanging on the cross bar of a goal, although the memory that is even more vivid of how she only noticed me when I went crashing to the ground and nearly broke my arm.
In fact, come to think of it — I have not a lot to say, review-​wise, I’m just using this space as a place to reminisce. I apologise. I do, however, think these fields are important. Big, open fields full of football pitches are dying out. Football remains important to nearly every man in this country but the way we provide facilities for young talent doesn’t. We need places like Wanstead Playing Fields; we need spaces for young children to play competitive football, it’s the only way we’ll compete on the world stage for years to come, unlike we do now.