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Viking Chat => Viking Chat => Topic started by: belton rover on May 29, 2013, 10:17:05 pm
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I feel now is the time for one.
In my parallel universe (we all have one, don't we?) I have never totally given up on becoming a professional footballer, despite the fact that, at best, I was once a mediocre left back in the Donny and District Sunday League.
I have always used my age as a gauge to help me position myself in the world of 'one day, maybe': In the late 70s/early 80s, I thought that one day I could be the next Shaun Flanagan or Steve Coppell if I really worked hard. I really believed this, despite the fact that I couldn't kick a ball above grass level (even Keepmoat grass level).
Eventually, I turned thirteen and discovered Razzle, the first one literally under a hedge (there is nothing that freely accessible internet porn can offer that is better than seeing a colourful magazine in a bush and then, as you get closer, you realise that it's not an Argos catalogue, but a nif mag!) and fags, but still thought that as long as I stopped smoking (and w**king) before I was sixteen, a football career of some sort was still possible.
To cut a long story short, I got married and had loads of sprogs, but always felt I had youth on my side.
Until now.
Despite the fact that, to this day, if I see a magazine at the roadside, I still wonder; Woman's Own or Men Only? (please tell me it's not only me), I now have to accept that my dream is over. All these years comparing my age to my idols on the pitch means nothing.
The fact is, the MANAGER of my beloved club is YOUNGER than I am.
I accept that my football career is over, but what do I cling on to now?
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Football management. xx
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I presume you meant Younger not Older
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I presume you meant Younger not Older
f**k me, must be the wine, I even proof read it twice. Edited now.
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I bet he's even younger from where I'm sitting :) I was at Lansdown cricket club all day today. The sixth oldest in the country. When I bent down to field a few balls I realised I must be the sixth oldest person on this site. Amazing how quickly things stop working. I only stopped playing cricket 3 seasons ago - yet now I'm utterly incapable of even fielding the thing.
BobG
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Belton
It's not just you bruv. The teenage pleasure of finding a discarded grot mag remains one of the ultimate highs in the known world.
Mind, finding one on Denaby Crags as a 14 year old, only to realise that someone had thoughtfully laid a cable[1] over the centre-fold and squashed the pages together in a butterfly-pressing stylee, momentarily pushed me towards giving up the Sin of Onan.
Momentarily.
[1] The turd of a 1980 Denaby w**ker. It makes me retch to drag that memory up from its suppressed lair.
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PS: I'm still expecting to make an Olympic squad before I croak. I've accepted that a best time of 25 mins for 5,000m won't exactly put the shits up Mo Farrah, but the IOC are proving remarkably liberal in introducing new sports. I'm expecting Internet Endurance Ranting to make an appearance in about 2028, by which time I should have perfected my craft.
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I remember finding a discarded Rodox on some wasteland in Rossington during the school holidays in about 1981.
I think I walked about in a state of shock for around 6 weeks.
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Crown Green Bowling. There was one lad doing it but it must be still be an option.
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Neil Sullivan can keep signing for Rovers for as longa as he likes for whilst he does one player at the club is still older than me