I played football and marked Alan Shearer
⚽️ At the age of 62 years, 4 months and 27 days, I enjoyed a game of football this evening, as I always do.
I marked Alan Shearer. In his prime.
I didn’t really, of course, it just felt that way.
Although the other team were the better side, and deserved to win, there were just two goals in it come the end.
When I was in my twenties, I used to joke that I’ll still be playing football when I’m seventy.
Maybe it was a case of many a true word said in jest.
After the game, I overheard one of the players say to another, ‘I hope I’m still playing when I’m thirty but I’m not sure I will be’.
I smiled to myself.