I hate football. Actually I don't, but today I feel like I do. I played for the same team my sons play for today as my (vets) team did not have a game. It was a close game. This team are the team one place below in the league.
I scored 2 goals, one a great diving header - both disallowed. Then in the closing minutes I was one on one with the 'keeper and hit the ball at him. I also came off with a gashed shin. I ache all over. Pride wounded. Emotionally deflated.
But then I reflect - we won the match, one of my sons got Man of the Match, the other scored with his first touch and I can still play football and still play and compete with my sons - what a blessing.
I will enjoy it for the short while it lasts.
I am sure come next Saturday I will remember how much I love football.
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