The Shieldsman

A story of four young boys growing up in the tower block of flats in Percy Main in North Shields. the story follows them through to adulthood through mischief and lost innocence, love, tragedy, and finally triumph. If you remember what it was like growing up as a child then this story is definitely one for you.


37. 37

Joe filled up the two coal bucket and then showed the two reporters how he would run up the flights of stairs with them. They were clicking away with their cameras as Joe sped past them in a blur. They were worn out by the time they reached the top and Charley took out his handkerchief and wiped his brow.

“What kind of food does your son eat Mrs Kimber it must take a lot of food to feed this Modern day Sampson.

He eat’s a huge bowl of porridge every morning and he has at least three school dinners and I don’t know how many puddings because the lady in the canteen Mrs Johnson tells me.”

“I had three steak pie dinners today and four bowls of rice pudding.”

It must cost a lot to feed a growing boy like Joe, does it not Mrs Kimber?

“Yes, my husband has to work four half shifts a week so we can give him good food to eat.

“What do you hope to do with all this strength you have Joe?

“I want to win a gold medal at the 1972 Olympic Games. I will be eighteen then and I will be very strong Charles Atlas says.

“So you follow Charles Atlas?

“He’s obsessed with the magazines said his mother; he’s got piles of them in his bedroom.”

“Well son; I would like to wish you the best of luck and I’m sure you will achieve your goal of going to the Olympic Games. Keep at it. If it’s alright with you Mrs Kimber we would like to follow your son’s progress.”

Would you mind if I could get a photo of you and your son together.

“Could you strike a pose like the bodybuilders Joe?

“Joe copied one of the poses that he’d seen in the magazine.

“Now do you think you could lift your mother?

“Joe laughed; my mother weighs lighter than a bag of coal he scooped her up then raised her above his head.

“Brilliant Joe.”

Joe placed his mother lightly back on her feet then shook hands with the men with a vice like grip as they left.

There was banging on the door soon after the press left and the neighbours from the tower blocks came to congratulate Joe. They asked him to sign the back of his photo from the Evening Chronicle which Joe thought nothing of.

“Wait until your father comes in and I tell him what has happened. He will see the article in the paper tonight anyway.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...