Grimsby Ancient Mariners

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.

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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.

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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.

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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. 😎 ⭐️
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