My very last game of league football and for a very good reason. I'd just come back from 2 years away from footie due to injury at first and then lack of interest, so I join this team in that played in the Phoenix park in a very poor standard league.
In my first game I had setup an equalizer in only 10 minutes, so was thrown in from the start at right wing. Now I'm no right winger I was always a centre mid or centre back, i'm 6'3 and overweight so not really the build for a winger, add to that this team is shite so the kit is awful and sprayed onto m like I'm the incredible hulk.
Added to my misery is my mate is playing right back and is terrified of the nippy left winger so I spend the first 60 minutes doing nothing much other than covering him, then to my delight a ball comes to me at perfect pace and although I've no pace I can see their left back has commited too early so a little flick to the right and Im past him with acres of space and a 2 v 2 ahead of me.....
Thats what was supposed to happen, however I do round the left back right on the throw in line, so much so that I go slightly over the line and my foot goes through the handle of a sports bag which has someones kit in. I've totally left the fullback for dead and am determined to keep the ball for my team so I manage to stay up and chase after the ball, its only 10 yeards away but that a lot for an overweight winger dragging a not unheavey sports bag on his right foot. I did manage to get there pass back to a team mate and then fall head over heels with the bag flung in the air. I shouldn't have bothered though as everybody (ref an all) stopped in the positions they were in and just pissed themselves laughing, so much so the game had to stop and be restarted with a drop ball. I was pissing myself laughing too but was also wishing the ground would open up.
I was subbed a few minutes after and retired from 11 a side that day 🙂