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Right, this does belong in here, even if it sounds like general chat.
I've just been down the park with my old man to have a kickabout, because our Sunday League finishes this Wednesday, and we're having a fathers vs. sons game at the weekend to celebrate another good year.
My dad is in goal for the dad's in this game, so he thought he better get some practice in. He recommended we go up and I have some shots at him for an hour or two. I was, as you would expect, confident of scoring lots. And lots.
Unfortunately, whilst my dad spends most of his days in front of his computer and only really gets out to walk the dogs every so often, he is, apparently, extremely agile, brave and, in all fairness, a bloody good goalkeeper. There is no denying that he saved more shots than I scored, and the ones I did score were the sort of shots that you'd never get the time to prepare in a game (a few kick-ups before rocketing in off the bar. etc. :-p)
The little man (that's dad) hasn't played football since he was about 10, and was commenting on how weird it felt to be wearing studded shoes for the first time in over 30 years. Of course, this didn't stop him pulling out some of the saves that you wouldn't think possible of your schoolfriends.
So, I can honestly conclude now, sitting at home, that it's going to be much harder to score against him at the weekend than I first anticipated. And he'll have keeper gloves on then, and a few other old men in front of him.
Bloody hell.
I've just been down the park with my old man to have a kickabout, because our Sunday League finishes this Wednesday, and we're having a fathers vs. sons game at the weekend to celebrate another good year.
My dad is in goal for the dad's in this game, so he thought he better get some practice in. He recommended we go up and I have some shots at him for an hour or two. I was, as you would expect, confident of scoring lots. And lots.
Unfortunately, whilst my dad spends most of his days in front of his computer and only really gets out to walk the dogs every so often, he is, apparently, extremely agile, brave and, in all fairness, a bloody good goalkeeper. There is no denying that he saved more shots than I scored, and the ones I did score were the sort of shots that you'd never get the time to prepare in a game (a few kick-ups before rocketing in off the bar. etc. :-p)
The little man (that's dad) hasn't played football since he was about 10, and was commenting on how weird it felt to be wearing studded shoes for the first time in over 30 years. Of course, this didn't stop him pulling out some of the saves that you wouldn't think possible of your schoolfriends.
So, I can honestly conclude now, sitting at home, that it's going to be much harder to score against him at the weekend than I first anticipated. And he'll have keeper gloves on then, and a few other old men in front of him.
Bloody hell.
You see, that's what I thought.
My dad is useless at all sports.
Right, this does belong in here, even if it sounds like general chat.
I've just been down the park with my old man to have a kickabout, because our Sunday League finishes this Wednesday, and we're having a fathers vs. sons game at the weekend to celebrate another good year.
My dad is in goal for the dad's in this game, so he thought he better get some practice in. He recommended we go up and I have some shots at him for an hour or two. I was, as you would expect, confident of scoring lots. And lots.
Unfortunately, whilst my dad spends most of his days in front of his computer and only really gets out to walk the dogs every so often, he is, apparently, extremely agile, brave and, in all fairness, a bloody good goalkeeper. There is no denying that he saved more shots than I scored, and the ones I did score were the sort of shots that you'd never get the time to prepare in a game (a few kick-ups before rocketing in off the bar. etc. :-p)
The little man (that's dad) hasn't played football since he was about 10, and was commenting on how weird it felt to be wearing studded shoes for the first time in over 30 years. Of course, this didn't stop him pulling out some of the saves that you wouldn't think possible of your schoolfriends.
So, I can honestly conclude now, sitting at home, that it's going to be much harder to score against him at the weekend than I first anticipated. And he'll have keeper gloves on then, and a few other old men in front of him.
Bloody hell.
I've just been down the park with my old man to have a kickabout, because our Sunday League finishes this Wednesday, and we're having a fathers vs. sons game at the weekend to celebrate another good year.
My dad is in goal for the dad's in this game, so he thought he better get some practice in. He recommended we go up and I have some shots at him for an hour or two. I was, as you would expect, confident of scoring lots. And lots.
Unfortunately, whilst my dad spends most of his days in front of his computer and only really gets out to walk the dogs every so often, he is, apparently, extremely agile, brave and, in all fairness, a bloody good goalkeeper. There is no denying that he saved more shots than I scored, and the ones I did score were the sort of shots that you'd never get the time to prepare in a game (a few kick-ups before rocketing in off the bar. etc. :-p)
The little man (that's dad) hasn't played football since he was about 10, and was commenting on how weird it felt to be wearing studded shoes for the first time in over 30 years. Of course, this didn't stop him pulling out some of the saves that you wouldn't think possible of your schoolfriends.
So, I can honestly conclude now, sitting at home, that it's going to be much harder to score against him at the weekend than I first anticipated. And he'll have keeper gloves on then, and a few other old men in front of him.
Bloody hell.