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We went for a game of football on the rex, it was bitterly cold and a few of us lads decided we would not change into our football gear, I took it a little bit too far! “You get into your kit sir its too cold” then laugh at him.
“Go back to school Foulds and report to the headmaster” the smile is now wiped off my face. I go into creeping mode, I have already sampled the punishment on my first day at school and did not fancy going through that kind of pain again, “Sir you don’t mean it, do you please? I’ll do as you say and get into my football kit”
“Get back to school”.

I rode in the direction of school and came back to ask his forgiveness, but he was having none of it. I had to face the music with the headmaster and I could tell you that I was petrified of the expected punishment, I thought of legging it home, instead I came up with a bright idea to deliberately rip my already frayed shirt leaving it hanging on by a thread. I was very apprehensive as I approached the headmaster, “What do you require Foulds”, “Mr Wakeman has sent me to report to you sir cos I would not change into my football gear sir”
“Oh and why not”
“Well sir, my mum has not got a lot of money, and I was so embarrassed because of my tattered shirt sir” I showed him the condition of the shirt, to my amazement there was no punishment, he had proved he was not such a bad old stick after all, he kept on repeating the same thing over and over again “You know you have been a silly boy”. I just kept on saying “Yes sir, I am very sorry for my bad conduct sir”. He made me stand up in his study for about an hour after school, “You can go now and tell your mother to come and see me and I will see what help I can get for her”.

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