I think I broke myself this afternoon. I was running about too hard. Now I have that throbbing in my head that feels like the Samoan rugby team is trapped in there and they're trying to tunnel out.
The cause of the running about was a five-a-side football tournament organised by my old school. I put together a side and we did OK. We won a couple of games then got knocked out in the quarter-finals. But it wasn't about the results. It was about me finally coming to terms with the truth - I'm not half as fit as I thought I was. Or half as fast.
It is a sorry realisation.
Even a good supply of jelly babies couldn't give me the edge my side needed.
I think in future I'll stick with what I know best - goalkeeping.
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