Remember those days when you used to kick football with yuh friends dem pon de lil village field. It didn't matter what you wore. Fade out pants and an even more faded shirt was never talked about by your friends. It was the ball and how well you concentrated on it to ensure that your right foot, which was saddled with an old shoe, connected sweetly with the leather. On the odd occasion you might be coming from church, but that never stopped you from joining the boys. Oh no! It was easy to roll up the sleeves of the Sunday best shirt and tek a kick even if it was one.