Rubbish football cards... they were, er, quite good, actually, says ASHLEY GREB, and he wonders why we can’t buy them any more
TEARING away the envelope, an all-action image tells a scene of manly pursuits. Inside, the loving scrawl of a caring relative – as if a sign of validity – underpins a calamitous verse: “Couldn’t miss the pleasure, of greeting you today, to wish you health and happiness, good luck along the way.”
There was once an innocent period in a boy’s adolescence – somewhere between Blue Peter and girls – when li...
