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Originally Posted by Len
My father is a keen football fan; he’ll watch it all day but has never played the game as such himself. So for some strange reason he must have thought that his sons would be good footballers.
From the ages of around 10,11 and 12 I had to play soccer for our local youth club. I absolutely hated it, I mean hated it, especially the training evenings. Running round the perimeter of a soccer pitch like a bunch of loonies wasn’t fun to me and when ever the trainer wasn’t looking I walked but often I got caught and had to run around again, I didn’t want to be there but we had to go.
My bro did well but I was useless and boy did I know it. In the three years of playing?? I only ever scored one goal and that was an accident, someone kicked the ball and it bounced off me and into the net, if I had seen it coming I would have dodged out its way.  hehe
Even today I will not attempt to kick a ball again.
It was a complete nightmare, so don’t force ya kids. |
I thought it was just me that hated playing football
Anyway, I was in the cubs, and although I got stick cos I was useless, I did actually quite enjoy it, and was in the gang show once.