My good friend, lover (not mine, but he is one) and unplayable centre half, Willie "The Hatchet" posted the following link to his football mates last week.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/thinking-man/goodbye-my-five-a-side-friend-i-wont-forget-our-strange-and-spec/
He tagged it with the line, "Read it and weep", which prompted a succession of return emails, each echoing the sentiment of the article.
There are, no doubt, millions of middle aged men like us who weekly, or more often, parade their silky skills on the 5-a-side courts and pitches of the world. However this is a relatively new phenomenon as it did not exist amongst earlier generations of football fans and amateur players. For example, my oul lad who has dedicated most of his life to football administration and general miserableness hasn't kicked a ball since breaking his leg in the colours of Chelsea at the ripe old age of 22. These days that would be unthinkable. Injuries are a hazard and a nuisance but not an insurmountable obstacle. We all get them and we all get over them.
So, as a result of reading the piece it has been decided that it would be a good idea to record some of what goes on in our own football world and see how long before we all meet, out of our football finery, on that first, final day of judgement. Therefore, from next week, match reports will be available at this address. Goal scorers and assists will be noted (except when McKenna is involved) and perhaps awards will be made. There will be interviews with the key men and news from the dressing room, unavailable elsewhere e.g. Who is Girly Bhoy screwing this week. You know it makes sense.
So, for today, I will leave you with a question. Whatever happened to Len Cantello? Answers in the comment section please.
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| The poor man's Tony Currie |
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