“Shall I thump you one?” he asked.
And the fist that removed five teeth
from an opposition player hovered near my face.
He was always like that with smaller men:
a punch, an elbow, a kick, a threat so loud…
yet people his own size frightened him.
Many times I saw him back down from larger boys
and when someone was bigger,
well, that was always another story!
I’ll never forget him though: superb
against Cubs, Brownies, and Girl Guides,
but when the real Boys came to play,
why, he had one of his off days.
We called him “the million-pound body
with the one-shilling brain.”
Hate drove him. He lived off it, thrived on it,
until one day he discovered that the face
he really hated was staring back at him
every morning when he shaved.
He went downstairs, put his head in the oven,
and turned on the gas.