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Ditching the Guff16A Beautiful GameDad was a soccer fan; for him,the game's focus on fancy foot work,no hand passes, beat Aussie Rulesevery which way.Keen, he offered our family's serviceswhen a call went outto take over the league canteen.So, every Sunday we set up shopbehind a window in the club rooms,with popular confectionery and chipstempting us constantly in colourful cartonsstored Monday to Saturday at home.Country sport in the late 50sbegan with Marching Girls;short skirts swinging, tall caps, chin straps,red jackets, gold braid epaulets,white gloves and calf-length boots,Coppertone legs flashing up down up down,keeping time to Stars and Stripes Foreverand Colonel Bogie.Dad mooched with mates while we cheeredaging Italians, Greeks, Yugoslavs and Dutchpractising headers before the game%u2014bandy legs with knobbly kneesthat escaped over-long shorts,high socks almost masking shin-guardsand liniment.