Let me bore you with a story
When I was growing up I was a hugely athletic child. I would play foot "Don't call me soccer" ball day and night, every moment not in school - before school, break time, lunch time, after school until it gets too dark to see the ball. Probably from the age of 4 until first year of high school.

Understandably I got quite good, in fact I stood out from my peers a mile.As I got older I would try study real proffessionals and read about positions yadda yadda.

Then in high school I got in with the wrong crowd. I was essentially coerced into taking up Rugby. Being such a budding athlete I was also unsurprisingly amazing at rugby. But I did not love this strange sport. I was made captain, I trained 5 days a week but a part of me was dead. An emptiness if you will.


Long story short, my rugby "career" dwindled and curled up into a ball and disappeared up it's own mishapen anus.

6 years without real football proved to really hamper my development (though I did play from time to time). What hurts the most is I knew at the time it was wrong playing Rugby and I was missing out but all of my friends were playing it and we were actually quite successful trophy wise.

So now all those friends have moved on and I am without my

one


love


again.

SIDE NOTE:
This probably fails to pull the heart strings of many as I know there are people unmoved by football on these boards. I do not trust you heathen.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 16:35, 6 replies)

Should mention
This tragic story *IS* actually my biggest disappointment in life.

The message to all is if you are good at something and love it so, please keep at it despite any extenuating circumstances. It will be worth it!
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 16:42, closed)

I have to say
That I absolutely, unequivocably, fucking detest rugby with a passion. Probably stems from being made to play it on the school winter sports day.

"Davros, you're on the house rugby team".

"But I don't really like rugby and I'm rubbish at".

"OK, nice one. See you on the pitch".

"Arse".

I don't understand the game, find it excruciatingly dull to watch, and just, well, meh all round.

Nope, football for me I'm afraid (despite the fact that Premiership players are overpaid, 'injury' prone nancies some of the time).
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 28 Jun 2008, 16:45, closed)

WTF? Find a game and get back to it!
Really, it's not that hard. Football is everywhere, and if you are as good as you claim some team will be happy to have you. Quit whining and go do it. If you happen to live in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, I can hook you up.

Mort
(mortdubois lacks imagination, doesn't play well with others, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 3:08, closed)

Proof!
Wugger is indeed evil. And many of the people who play it too.
(kitescreech still here, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 9:22, closed)

Thanks Mort
Not from USA though. From bonnie scotland. I do play at amateur level but really this post was pining for what could have been.


The likelihood is I wouldn't ever have made it anyway, whatever but it's the possibility that kills me :/
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 12:11, closed)

Football
Playing football sounds fine and I wish you luck, it's not that I hate. It's the unavoidable saturation coverage on the radio, TV, newspapers and anywhere else at every possible opportunity for as long as possible by people who sound like exited twelve year old boys who just discovered pokemon had tits that sucks the life out of me and generates seething hate for them all.
(Benzyl, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 20:28, closed)