Sunday

I played footy this morning. I missed a huge opportunity to open the score, shortly after they scored. In the end we came back from 0-2 to win 3-2 and I was strangely pleased. Realised today that it does mean a lot to me still. I can't start playing again on a regular basis, but I can't just occasionally play and pretend not to care about the result either. This afternoon the first team, where I used to play in, lost 1-2, they deserved a point, especially since losing our best striker after 20 minutes and still be better than the opponents.

I just like footy. I can already feel my muscles though, haven't done anything for over 3 months.