Preston North End

Many many moons ago there was a remarkably slim chance I'd have been a professional footballer - a chance that ended when I was hit by a drunk driver and broke my ankle (for the first time) and tibia.
In the aftermath of that accident I first got taken climbing - the rest as they say is history.
To be fair I never really liked football - in the way of many lads I simply liked the fact I was good at it - captain of School & County teams effectively meant that I got away with some terrible behaviour at school - football was one of the few things my school excelled at - and so I got a lot of leniency for my lack of interest in the ways of school - so long as I kept putting the ball in the back of the net. Football was a thing that served a purpose - it got me out of the house - but I was never passionate about it. 
This is the Sir Tom Finney statue at the (relatively) new Deepdale - I played at the old ground a few times. Passing it today walking pooch with family one of them asked me if I ever regretted the way playing football ended. I realised I don't think I've thought seriously on that from about the age of 17 &3/4 - the day I first set off up a rock face.