Bosnia with a ball

When I was a boy it’s fair to say that like most of my pals I was a bit obsessed by football. I would play football for hours on those long summer days on the red ash pitch which sat under one of the huge tower blocks they built at the top of Roystonhill. If we were less energetic we’d play ‘kerby’ a game which involved two players standing on opposite side of the road and trying to hit the kerbstone on the other side with a football...