Seems to be taking over my life. I don't seem to see anyone any more :( I play it four days a week now. Training and matches. Training and matches. I'm not complaining because when I was little its all I wanted to do. I get to play on lovely pitches, great facilities, with good players, my dad has to pay to watch and I get paid and looked after. Not that bad. I suppose I have to make the most out of it, it'll all end when I get to my thirties. And then I'll probably look back at this and remember the good old days.
Tomorrow I am playing at Welling. Its well nice:
The photos do not do the ground justice. This one does:
Enjoy. Adios.
3 comments:
Does this mean I know a professional foop-baller? Can I touch you?
Ha. Not quite. But I can kiss you?
interesting..
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