It felt like I was the grandad
It didn’t make me mad just a little sad
Energetic youth all around me
Worrying ‘bout my dodgy knee
Here I was on the Futsol course
Not sat on my sofa watching Morse
The classroom bit I took in my stride
Answered some questions tried not to hide
Now here was the tricky bit
Now I thought I was quite fit
In the hall youths buzzing around me
I felt rooted to the ground like a tree.
Then it came to me being in goal
Stopped a few shots good for the soul
Every time I made a save
Ironic cheers a Mexican wave.
Finally time for the big match
Worried I wouldn’t come up to scratch
Fortunately roll on roll off subs
Had I visited too many pubs ?
I was only on for a minute
Clearly they thought this was my limit
I only gave the ball away twice
They scored a goal a heavy price
Maybe it’s time to hang up my boots
Follow some more leisurely pursuits.
In my mind I am a lot younger
Body reminds me I’m not ...bugger!