Saw the two sides of English football yesterday. The limp, headless, self-defeating national side, and the barefoot, half-drunk in the sun transgenerational lineup.
The Grown-Ups & Greg versus The Kids with Richard & Phil.
We played barefoot, with tree stumps, plastic buckets and discarded shirts for goalposts. Classic English football flowed with all men playing defence, midfield and striker. Kids goal-hanging and diving.* Sunhats, streakers, audacious backheels, and pitch invasions from Supersoaking children.
I am now aching in muscles I had forgotten about and have grass-stains on my jeans. Thanks, Toby.