Sunday Football

Waking up at 7am is not something I normally enjoy but there was never a time in my adult life where I overslept for my 90 minutes of football on a sunday. I am currently traveling to battersea to play football as a ringer for a team I was invited down to by Nick A. This morning when I heard the alarm going off I knew today would remind me of all the other mornings I used to wake up, sometimes not in the best of shape from the previous evening. Being the only one awake in the house and having that same christmas morning feeling as you felt like the only person awake. Sunday mornings always used to be so dead when I was younger and I hated them. Everything was shut and the tv was always dead out. Walking to the station or going to meet my mates for sunday footballl still has that feeling in the air. Only I notice a few different things. Shops stocking up for the days trade, the sick outside the local pub where someone had too much to drink and the same guys in the café getting their food. Todays game will be intresting. As I'm a ringer no one knows how good, or bad I am. So today I will start as a sub more than likely. Just like when I was a boy with my huge afro and the only people I could play football with were 5-10 years older than me. I've never had to talk up my game, I love footballl because it isn't a team game. The whole game can be controlled by one person. It can be dominated by your energy levels, your aggression, your skill and how much YOU want to bring others in. So today, I will leave people with the image of me flying past them. I make defenders travel in time. Timeeeee portalssss.