Last Sunday I played my first football match since coming back from my trip to Hong Kong and only now has the pain and stiffness in my weary old legs finally gone however, I fear it would've been a lot worse if not for that wonderful pain killing drug, Nurofen Plus...
Good old Nurofen Plus, I can only describe it as "the ageing footballers best friend" but, it's not just for veteran sportsmen, I can safely say that it's also very popular with the hardened party goer when faced with "the-morning-after" feeling following an exceptionally heavy session consuming various alcoholic beverages the night before (done that one too on more than one occasion...).
Now there's something you should know about Nurofen Plus, it contains Codeine, a substance found in the Opium Poppy which, apart from being a pain killing ingredient can also be addictive. So, after three days of popping Nurofen Plus you might start yearning to listen to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" in a darkened room with a magic lantern making pretty coloured light shapes on the wall and ceiling. Well, maybe not you but I did...
Of course the stiffness in the old limbs also comes from not "cooling down" properly after the match (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooling_down) and, to be brutally honest, all this "cooling down" lark is a real drag when all you feel like doing after a hard game is just slumping in the corner, stare vacantly into space and dream of a nice cup of tea/cold beer/glass of water (delete as appropriate...) so consequently it's often a post-match ritual which is, at best, only briefly executed or, in most cases, skipped altogether.
So, unless you cool down you'll stiffen up (NO! not THAT "stiffening...") and ache for the next three - four days, walking around like some Simian extra from "Planet of the Apes," which is something my darling wife frequently likes to point out to me when I hobble about and utter the accompanying noises such as "Oooh, Argh, Ow, Oof..."
Anyway, I was substitute this week as I'd been away for the two previous matches but I did get on just before half time at which point we were already two nil down. The match ended with us losing 5 - 3 however, from a personal viewpoint, I can say that I drew 3 - 3 so maybe they should have started with me in the first place (Wheatleys Manager please take note...) ;-)
Being "sub" and still aching as I did worried me a bit, God knows how bad it would've been if I played the full ninety minutes but I think I'll "sweep this one under the carpet" and attribute the post match aches and pains down to a combination of jet lag and being cooped up on a plane for twelve hours and not me getting [even more] old and warty...
This week there's no game for my team but I was asked to play for the over 45's team. To be quite honest I felt somewhat insulted, well I mean, I'm only 54 and far too young to play in THAT age bracket, so I politely declined the offer and instead I'll get my Subbuteo Table Soccer set out of the loft and replay England v West Germany from the 1970 World Cup, but only this time England win 10 - 2...
Right, back to the day job so see you soon (or not as the case may be...).
Luv
Woodo
Now there's something you should know about Nurofen Plus, it contains Codeine, a substance found in the Opium Poppy which, apart from being a pain killing ingredient can also be addictive. So, after three days of popping Nurofen Plus you might start yearning to listen to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" in a darkened room with a magic lantern making pretty coloured light shapes on the wall and ceiling. Well, maybe not you but I did...
Of course the stiffness in the old limbs also comes from not "cooling down" properly after the match (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooling_down) and, to be brutally honest, all this "cooling down" lark is a real drag when all you feel like doing after a hard game is just slumping in the corner, stare vacantly into space and dream of a nice cup of tea/cold beer/glass of water (delete as appropriate...) so consequently it's often a post-match ritual which is, at best, only briefly executed or, in most cases, skipped altogether.
So, unless you cool down you'll stiffen up (NO! not THAT "stiffening...") and ache for the next three - four days, walking around like some Simian extra from "Planet of the Apes," which is something my darling wife frequently likes to point out to me when I hobble about and utter the accompanying noises such as "Oooh, Argh, Ow, Oof..."
Anyway, I was substitute this week as I'd been away for the two previous matches but I did get on just before half time at which point we were already two nil down. The match ended with us losing 5 - 3 however, from a personal viewpoint, I can say that I drew 3 - 3 so maybe they should have started with me in the first place (Wheatleys Manager please take note...) ;-)
Being "sub" and still aching as I did worried me a bit, God knows how bad it would've been if I played the full ninety minutes but I think I'll "sweep this one under the carpet" and attribute the post match aches and pains down to a combination of jet lag and being cooped up on a plane for twelve hours and not me getting [even more] old and warty...
This week there's no game for my team but I was asked to play for the over 45's team. To be quite honest I felt somewhat insulted, well I mean, I'm only 54 and far too young to play in THAT age bracket, so I politely declined the offer and instead I'll get my Subbuteo Table Soccer set out of the loft and replay England v West Germany from the 1970 World Cup, but only this time England win 10 - 2...Right, back to the day job so see you soon (or not as the case may be...).
Luv
Woodo
