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I've often thought of joining these but a bit worried that I have part of my skull missing after the removal of my brain tumour and have to be very careful not to bang that side of my head. I know this is played at walking pace but still a bit worried about what could happen.

If anyone does play for them, I'd appreciate some advice about what the game does actually entail, obviously heading the ball is a no no for me, but not 100% sure what the actual rules are.

Quoted from Les Brechin

I've often thought of joining these but a bit worried that I have part of my skull missing after the removal of my brain tumour and have to be very careful not to bang that side of my head. I know this is played at walking pace but still a bit worried about what could happen.

If anyone does play for them, I'd appreciate some advice about what the game does actually entail, obviously heading the ball is a no no for me, but not 100% sure what the actual rules are.

Solutions not problems, Les. Should help keep you Omicron-free too!

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Quoted from Poojah

Solutions not problems, Les. Should help keep you Omicron-free too!

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Ha Ha, that'd be perfect Poojah. ;D

Quoted from Les Brechin

I've often thought of joining these but a bit worried that I have part of my skull missing after the removal of my brain tumour and have to be very careful not to bang that side of my head. I know this is played at walking pace but still a bit worried about what could happen.

If anyone does play for them, I'd appreciate some advice about what the game does actually entail, obviously heading the ball is a no no for me, but not 100% sure what the actual rules are.

I've been playing walking football for about 6 seasons down south and I've played a few times at Bradley when I've been home. There's no heading (free kick if it's above head height) and since Covid no tackling, really, either. I've only seen one injury in all that time (a broken finger saving a ball), it's genuinely played in a good spirit and the oldest player at my local game is 81.

Quoted from tanga_the_indestructible

I've been playing walking football for about 6 seasons down south and I've played a few times at Bradley when I've been home. There's no heading (free kick if it's above head height) and since Covid no tackling, really, either. I've only seen one injury in all that time (a broken finger saving a ball), it's genuinely played in a good spirit and the oldest player at my local game is 81.

If there's no heading, I might actually pop down one day when they're playing and have a word, although being called ancient might grind the gears a bit. ;D

Quoted from Les Brechin

If there's no heading, I might actually pop down one day when they're playing and have a word, although being called ancient might grind the gears a bit. ;D

I play walking football at Bradley 4 days a week Les .While there is no heading balls do occasionally hit people in the head and also occasional accidental collisions .It is always the case to try and avoid any physical contact but we have had people hit in the head accidentally by a flailing arm or as I say from a ball .But come down by all means and have a look .We also have people just come for the social side of watching as they have injury issues and just having a coffee and a bacon bun afterwards. Everyone over 55 is welcome

I enjoyed this vid, it just goes to show how football can help mental health, particularly depression. Well done to those who organise the games.

Aren’t there some really good walking footballers locally? Playing for England or have I made that up?

My old man plays, loves it and said it’s proper good fun.

Quoted from aldi_01

Aren’t there some really good walking footballers locally?

Ryan Sears tends to walk places recently…

Quoted from Poojah

Ryan Sears tends to walk places recently…

With Scott Brown?

Les, you could wear one of those things like Petr Cech.

I am 54 so would have to wait a year to play. I'd love it. Recently, I helped trained some primary kids, I managed to outrun them (tsk modern kids eh) in 32 degrees and 85% humidity. Every week I couldn't walk for three days but I kept going back. We set up a game where the teachers played the students. The PE teacher told me I was with the kids. He said that they needed me to organise them. I think he thought I was a liability as I was by far the oldest. That's the gauntlet down - bring it on. None of the kids would go in goal because they thought there would be shots reigning in, so I went between the sticks. I pulled on my Town shirt gritted my teeth and threw myself into it - literally. They couldn't believe I was diving. I was cut to ribbons because of the astroturf and got a headbutt for my troubles but I didn't concede by half time. In the second half a lad went in goal and I managed to put us ahead to high pitched cheers from the crowd. They then replied with two goals in close succession. I was crying out for water and, more importantly, oxygen. My legs felt like lead but the ball came to me out in space and I surged, er no , plodded goal bound. I saw the twenty something school PE teacher, yoga instructor and super sportsman out the corner of my eye bearing down on me. I'm not a natural goal scorer so wanted to get closer but the sight of the aforementioned musclebound gazelle like figure honing in on me prompted me to release the trigger. Either, that or my legs told me to urine off and they weren't gonna move anymore. The ball flew into the top corner as I landed unceremoniously on my bottom. I subbed myself off and thought about calling an ambulance. The young uns held on for the draw.

Quoted from Mayaman

Les, you could wear one of those things like Petr Cech.

I've actually got one! :)

Quoted from Mayaman

I am 54 so would have to wait a year to play. I'd love it. Recently, I helped trained some primary kids, I managed to outrun them (tsk modern kids eh) in 32 degrees and 85% humidity. Every week I couldn't walk for three days but I kept going back. We set up a game where the teachers played the students. The PE teacher told me I was with the kids. He said that they needed me to organise them. I think he thought I was a liability as I was by far the oldest. That's the gauntlet down - bring it on. None of the kids would go in goal because they thought there would be shots reigning in, so I went between the sticks. I pulled on my Town shirt gritted my teeth and threw myself into it - literally. They couldn't believe I was diving. I was cut to ribbons because of the astroturf and got a headbutt for my troubles but I didn't concede by half time. In the second half a lad went in goal and I managed to put us ahead to high pitched cheers from the crowd. They then replied with two goals in close succession. I was crying out for water and, more importantly, oxygen. My legs felt like lead but the ball came to me out in space and I surged, er no , plodded goal bound. I saw the twenty something school PE teacher, yoga instructor and super sportsman out the corner of my eye bearing down on me. I'm not a natural goal scorer so wanted to get closer but the sight of the aforementioned musclebound gazelle like figure honing in on me prompted me to release the trigger. Either, that or my legs told me to urine off and they weren't gonna move anymore. The ball flew into the top corner as I landed unceremoniously on my bottom. I subbed myself off and thought about calling an ambulance. The young uns held on for the draw.

And you hold on to the memory. At 72, I can remember moments of football and cricket games but not the last time I put my kit on in a competitive game. Sadly, I stopped playing sports and running over the Pennines far too soon and regret it. I walk regularly with a 74 year old who does fell running events in the Lake District, is a national champion in Orienteering and goes to the gym. Age is less of a barrier nowadays.

Quoted from Mayaman

I am 54 so would have to wait a year to play. I'd love it. Recently, I helped trained some primary kids, I managed to outrun them (tsk modern kids eh) in 32 degrees and 85% humidity. Every week I couldn't walk for three days but I kept going back. We set up a game where the teachers played the students. The PE teacher told me I was with the kids. He said that they needed me to organise them. I think he thought I was a liability as I was by far the oldest. That's the gauntlet down - bring it on. None of the kids would go in goal because they thought there would be shots reigning in, so I went between the sticks. I pulled on my Town shirt gritted my teeth and threw myself into it - literally. They couldn't believe I was diving. I was cut to ribbons because of the astroturf and got a headbutt for my troubles but I didn't concede by half time. In the second half a lad went in goal and I managed to put us ahead to high pitched cheers from the crowd. They then replied with two goals in close succession. I was crying out for water and, more importantly, oxygen. My legs felt like lead but the ball came to me out in space and I surged, er no , plodded goal bound. I saw the twenty something school PE teacher, yoga instructor and super sportsman out the corner of my eye bearing down on me. I'm not a natural goal scorer so wanted to get closer but the sight of the aforementioned musclebound gazelle like figure honing in on me prompted me to release the trigger. Either, that or my legs told me to urine off and they weren't gonna move anymore. The ball flew into the top corner as I landed unceremoniously on my bottom. I subbed myself off and thought about calling an ambulance. The young uns held on for the draw.

Enjoyable post. :) :) Keep going my friend your never too old. it's the others that seem to get younger. ;) ;)

Quoted from Mayaman

I am 54 so would have to wait a year to play. I'd love it. Recently, I helped trained some primary kids, I managed to outrun them (tsk modern kids eh) in 32 degrees and 85% humidity. Every week I couldn't walk for three days but I kept going back. We set up a game where the teachers played the students. The PE teacher told me I was with the kids. He said that they needed me to organise them. I think he thought I was a liability as I was by far the oldest. That's the gauntlet down - bring it on. None of the kids would go in goal because they thought there would be shots reigning in, so I went between the sticks. I pulled on my Town shirt gritted my teeth and threw myself into it - literally. They couldn't believe I was diving. I was cut to ribbons because of the astroturf and got a headbutt for my troubles but I didn't concede by half time. In the second half a lad went in goal and I managed to put us ahead to high pitched cheers from the crowd. They then replied with two goals in close succession. I was crying out for water and, more importantly, oxygen. My legs felt like lead but the ball came to me out in space and I surged, er no , plodded goal bound. I saw the twenty something school PE teacher, yoga instructor and super sportsman out the corner of my eye bearing down on me. I'm not a natural goal scorer so wanted to get closer but the sight of the aforementioned musclebound gazelle like figure honing in on me prompted me to release the trigger. Either, that or my legs told me to urine off and they weren't gonna move anymore. The ball flew into the top corner as I landed unceremoniously on my bottom. I subbed myself off and thought about calling an ambulance. The young uns held on for the draw.

Throughly enjoyed reading that, gave me a little chuckle. 😎 ⭐️
UTMM

Quoted from gobby

Throughly enjoyed reading that, gave me a little chuckle. 😎 ⭐️
UTMM

Thanks mate.

Quoted from Les Brechin

I've often thought of joining these but a bit worried that I have part of my skull missing after the removal of my brain tumour and have to be very careful not to bang that side of my head. I know this is played at walking pace but still a bit worried about what could happen.

If anyone does play for them, I'd appreciate some advice about what the game does actually entail, obviously heading the ball is a no no for me, but not 100% sure what the actual rules are.

Les, I play for both Grimsby Ancient Mariners and Grimsby Corinthians and I'm in the EWFC over 70's squad. I play at least three sessions a week down at Bradley and train once a month in the Birmingham area with the EWFC squad,We also play games against other clubs ,be it friendlies ,tournaments or league basis. I can fully recommend walking football to anyone of any age,younger people,both men and women are also taking up the sport. Yes injuries do occur but only by accident,not with intent. The Ancient Mariners play two variations of Walking football, there is a slightly more competitive game with a max of 12 players per side and is multi-touch and above head height and heading is allowed,the other games are on smaller pitches approx 6 a side depending on attendance , 3 touch and no heading and no above crossbar level,which is approx 6ft high,tackling from behind is not allowed in either game.I'm 74 and started playing walking football down Bradley in 2013.Aswell as the football side of things there are other events that club members can enjoy,We have members playing that's had heart attacks,strokes and some that have had serious injuries in their earlier footballing days. Everyone respects other players playing abilities .Come down and give it a go. Ancient Mariners sessions are Monday and Thursday 10am to 11am.and Grimsby Corinthians have sessions Tuesday 10am to 11am and Thursday 11am to 12pm.. These sessions are at Bradley Football Development Centre,the facilities there are fantastic.
Corinthians also have female sessions and a mens evening session.
Hope this is helpful.

Quoted from aldi_01

Aren’t there some really good walking footballers locally? Playing for England or have I made that up?

My old man plays, loves it and said it’s proper good fun.

Does you Dad play at the Bradley sessions ? and yes he's right, it's proper good fun ;).

My cousin goes and is always asking me why I don't give it a go, which I intended to do until I developed some medical problems that dragged on for 18 months due to covid restrictions curtailing my surgery. Finally got that done just before the last lock down and have spent the last year trying to get slimmer and fitter after putting on a bit of chub due to inactivity,

Fully intend to give it a bash in the new year and even in my younger peak footballing days, I very rarely broke into a sprint, so it will be right up my street. ;D

Like the sound of the slightly more competitive version.

Quoted from ginnywings

My cousin goes and is always asking me why I don't give it a go, which I intended to do until I developed some medical problems that dragged on for 18 months due to covid restrictions curtailing my surgery. Finally got that done just before the last lock down and have spent the last year trying to get slimmer and fitter after putting on a bit of chub due to inactivity,

Fully intend to give it a bash in the new year and even in my younger peak footballing days, I very rarely broke into a sprint, so it will be right up my street. ;D

Like the sound of the slightly more competitive version.

You'll soon lose those extra pounds you put on Ginny, I play in the more competetive version but If you haven't played for a while it would be advisable to start at the slower pace,newcomers seem to pick up pulls and strains in the first few weeks due to trying to play like they did in their younger days >:(

Quoted from Grimal

You'll soon lose those extra pounds you put on Ginny, I play in the more competetive version but If you haven't played for a while it would be advisable to start at the slower pace,newcomers seem to pick up pulls and strains in the first few weeks due to trying to play like they did in their younger days >:(

Good advice, although I am fit for my age. I walk at least 5 miles every day (8 today), so adding the booting of a ball to that regime shouldn't phase me too much.

Obviously, there will be other muscles and other movements involved, so a gradual build up would be the order of the day.

Is there one for evenings/weekends for those old enough to play. But young enough to still be in full time employment ?

Obviously asking for a friend 😉

Quoted from Civvy at last

Is there one for evenings/weekends for those old enough to play. But young enough to still be in full time employment ?

Obviously asking for a friend 😉

My question too Civvy.

Quoted from Mayaman

I am 54 so would have to wait a year to play. I'd love it. Recently, I helped trained some primary kids, I managed to outrun them (tsk modern kids eh) in 32 degrees and 85% humidity. Every week I couldn't walk for three days but I kept going back. We set up a game where the teachers played the students. The PE teacher told me I was with the kids. He said that they needed me to organise them. I think he thought I was a liability as I was by far the oldest. That's the gauntlet down - bring it on. None of the kids would go in goal because they thought there would be shots reigning in, so I went between the sticks. I pulled on my Town shirt gritted my teeth and threw myself into it - literally. They couldn't believe I was diving. I was cut to ribbons because of the astroturf and got a headbutt for my troubles but I didn't concede by half time. In the second half a lad went in goal and I managed to put us ahead to high pitched cheers from the crowd. They then replied with two goals in close succession. I was crying out for water and, more importantly, oxygen. My legs felt like lead but the ball came to me out in space and I surged, er no , plodded goal bound. I saw the twenty something school PE teacher, yoga instructor and super sportsman out the corner of my eye bearing down on me. I'm not a natural goal scorer so wanted to get closer but the sight of the aforementioned musclebound gazelle like figure honing in on me prompted me to release the trigger. Either, that or my legs told me to urine off and they weren't gonna move anymore. The ball flew into the top corner as I landed unceremoniously on my bottom. I subbed myself off and thought about calling an ambulance. The young uns held on for the draw.

Best read in a long time. Niceone 8)