Alan Marshall

My reasoning was based on a simple premise, ‘If you don’t give in, you’re never beaten.’ Since nothing on earth would make me give in I must win

had to fight him or else I would be a siss

fight him with my back against a stone wall

want him to try the lot no matter what the risk

Half the time it’s a matter of risking his neck or breaking his heart; I choose to risk his neck

wouldn’t like to be the kid McIntyre

was always wanting her house to catch fire so that I could dash in and save her life

He never robbed me of the pleasure of discovery

Joe adapted his pace to suit mine

She never seemed to notice my crutches. She never mentioned them in all the years I knew her. She never looked at them or at my legs or back. She always looked at my face. She spoke to me as if unaware that I couldn’t run like other boys.