Never too old?

Matt, my 18year old keeps asking me to play football, you know proper football with a random group of 22 lads, a round ball, full size pitch and a referee. I politely refuse, thinking he is politely asking. Anyway, last night his mum tells me that he really wants me to play and I realised that it's a dad son thing, the fact that he thinks I can should be a compliment.

I haven't played a proper game for over 30 years, the only time I played with him in a real game was 5 aside, he still remembers every move and kick. I said to myself this morning if the local sports shop was open and a cheap pair of boots were available I'd have to join him.

Boots shorts and socks bought from the bargain bin we set off, ages from 15 to me, and I surprised myself, firstly i kept up the pace, I wasn't too shabby either, and Matt described my every long raking pass, timely tackle, cross and intentional foul to the family over tea, carefully forgetting the more forgettable moments. We played together and won 5-3. Now a bit stiff and sore, but worth the laddish father-son moment, and now that I've bought the boots.......

Ps was intending to blip the action but just got too excited.