Dear Father,
This afternoon we went to the football match and I am now a little horse because I showted lowd. The teems were not the big ones like the United Leeds which are nown well but from the two towns of the local. It was cold and every body was wearing the scarves rounds their nicks and was rubbing the hands. I never again think the English is the reserved people.
My heart was bloody for the poor ref because they call him very bad names when he blewed the wistel but he took it in his stride (which means he is not troubling). One man said him he needed some new specs. Auntie Alice explain me that his eyes site was bad.
The wotchers were shouting to the players to pull up the socks and use the loaf. I understand not but they were knowing all the time what they must be doing.
They were exiting when one player made the gaol and they were for giving. I like not to see the men kiss and put the arms round the players but they do this every where on the land and it is excepted. I think it is that they are out the steems from the feelings.
At the half stop it was a drawer and the both teems had one gaol and then they exchanged the ends which change the direction for the players who kick now from the west to the east and vice versa (latin opposite). In the end it was a drawer so it was all level and not one teem was the winner.
Then the crowd was away going shacking the heads and looking sad - it was the anty climaxe and we all was disappointed.
Your loving son,
Iziz
