Mae unrhyw beth yn bosibl mewn pêl-droed.
- May 12, 2010
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.
Love watching players showboating at inappropriate times get destroyed by some farmer. When it happens, it makes me smile to know that everyone on that pitch has been picked for their particular talent and the manager has had the forethought to put a hard working ploughman on the minute he identified some flash Harold on the oppo's team sheetAsking to be taken out waist high.