- May 12, 2010
A thread for all things celebrating the unpolished beauty of "proper" football:
On one of the hottest days of last summer I played my first game in about 8 yrs. I was 4months off turning 40 and playing with lads in their late 20s. I must’ve lost half a stone in sweat, was dying & my legs definitely could not do what my head wanted them too. To top it off I went in goal for a breather and took a shot straight to the balls from about 3 yards outChrist... my legs this morning!
I can't get up and down the pitch like I used to, and my legs don't have the power as they should, so I just lurked Pirlo style in the centre. I didn't disgrace myself; Set up a couple of goals and had a few shots that weren't embarrassingly over or wide... although I did make one air shot at a volley which ended up straining my left thigh.
Still, good to be back playing. It felt good pinging passes around.
Asking to be taken out waist high.