When we asked our 2 boys if they wanted some kind of 'leaving' party with their friends, they both said in unison "Yes, football party'. "No problem" I said, "...great idea".
So yesterday, we all gathered at the local astroturf football pitch with 30 boys, aged between 5 - 9.
Everything was going great, kids having a great time, 30 little Messi wannabees and then one of the fathers shouts, "Let's join in, 3 fathers on either side".
So we did.
Reliving golden days long since gone, stroking the ball around, pinging 40 yard passes over the heads of young boys (you're right, it does sound pathetic but old habits die hard).
Then, as I received the ball in centre midfield, took a silky touch and was about to pick a pass through to my 5 year old who had made a darting run through the right channel, I felt my left calf muscle ping and go.
And just like that, this old man realized just what an old man he really is.
Tomorrow I have physio and an ultrasound.
On Friday we fly to Thailand.
A month of trekking and sightseeing is in jeopardy and may have to be replaced by the sipping of cold beers by the pool, with my leg in an ice bucket.
Fingers crossed for the ultrasound tomorrow...
UPDATE(16.10.18) - Ultrasound clear, a combination of acupuncture and physiotherapy seems to have done the trick and we are back on track.
So yesterday, we all gathered at the local astroturf football pitch with 30 boys, aged between 5 - 9.
Everything was going great, kids having a great time, 30 little Messi wannabees and then one of the fathers shouts, "Let's join in, 3 fathers on either side".
So we did.
Reliving golden days long since gone, stroking the ball around, pinging 40 yard passes over the heads of young boys (you're right, it does sound pathetic but old habits die hard).
Then, as I received the ball in centre midfield, took a silky touch and was about to pick a pass through to my 5 year old who had made a darting run through the right channel, I felt my left calf muscle ping and go.
And just like that, this old man realized just what an old man he really is.
Tomorrow I have physio and an ultrasound.
On Friday we fly to Thailand.
A month of trekking and sightseeing is in jeopardy and may have to be replaced by the sipping of cold beers by the pool, with my leg in an ice bucket.
Fingers crossed for the ultrasound tomorrow...
UPDATE(16.10.18) - Ultrasound clear, a combination of acupuncture and physiotherapy seems to have done the trick and we are back on track.
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