Family

The Arf of two Arfs - by Nicola Lingley-Heath

The Arf of two Arfs - by Nicola Lingley-Heath

Running has never come naturally to me, despite my will to try. My attempts started as a kid during Primary School, where I had a go at joining the after school cross country club. I turned up, nervous, in my little black pumps, shiny blue shorts and White t shirt. I felt ready. Cross country was slower than sprinting, so surely I'd be ok at this. How wrong could I be?! It seemed all the sporty people were also good at this and I immediately fell to the back of the group. I was embarrassed and made to feel upset and rubbish at all the other kids jibes at the 'fat kid having a go'. I never went back! 

Carrying a torch - by Glenn James

A fire is spreading its way around the British Isles.  It has captured the imagination of the people everywhere and it is spreading a kind of fever, both before it and in its wake.  Where ever it goes, alongside the athletics enthusiasts, people who have previously had little or no interest in sport are turning out into the streets in their thousands, to welcome it, and cheer it on its way.  

Nordic Walking: Up for the Challenge - by Jeremy Cliffe

Earlier in the summer my brother and I travelled over to Nottingham to take part in the first of this year’s British Nordic Walking Challenge Events.  The event was set in the leafy suburbs, at the 500 hundred acre Wollaton Deer Park, with a spectacular backdrop of an Elizabethan Mansion Hall (which was actually used as a setting in the 2012 Batman Film – Dark Night Rises).

Memories of Sir Stan - by Jean Matthews Gough

Jean Gough is the daughter of Sir Stanley Matthews, and patron of the Sir Stanley Matthews Coaching Foundation.  She has very generously shared this article (previously published on the Foundation’s web site) and some photos from the family’s photo albums as a very personal insight into Sir Stanley, the family man.

Peter William Bunn, 72. It just had to be 72 - by Anthony Bunn

It just had to be 72

Unlike most football fans, I can’t really remember my first Stoke game. My first clear memories of watching us were against Middlesbrough at Vale Park and then having a season ticket in 1977 in the Butler Street Stand. Relegation, inevitably, soon followed.