But I
didn’t just watch I also played, very badly. Despite this I managed to get
together with a bunch of school mates for a local 5-a-side tournament. The
first year we were beaten finalists, to a very good team. The second year we were
much improved and won. My only football medal and an experience I shared with;
Simon Rigby (goal), Derek Proudlove (defence), Andrew Geddes (forward and sub 4
minute miler), Nigel Shirley (forward) and Neil Hassall (sub). I was in defence
and it wasn’t my fault we lost a goal, it came from Derek’s side. We won that
on penalties and like all good England
strikers I managed to miss mine, I’m available for pizza adverts.
Having
become a runner I had no time for football, until I met Carole, a season ticket
holder at Motherwell, and in the interests of love and harmony we came to an
understanding; I’d take here out for a run around the KB5 course (for which I
apparently still hold the M40 course record) and she’d take me to Motherwell in
the afternoon. The football I could cope with but the traditional pie and bovril
was a bit beyond me!
A few years
down the line and despite the pies, bovril and Motherwell FC we’re still
together. Carole was keen to support an English club so we’ve attended Gresty Road on a
couple of occasions. When Crewe reached the
Johnstone’s Paint Trophy Final Carole was keen to go to Wembley, so I agreed to
accompany her. Then we remembered we’d be arriving back from Spain late the
night before, oh well it was a holiday. My sister, who’s a season ticket
holder, organised our tickets, and an old school pal got me seats on a bus from
Hartford.
It was an
early start and a long day but the game was really good, the second half being
more exciting than the first. The good news was that Crewe
won 2-0, both good goals. But perhaps the best thing for me was re-acquainting
myself with a number of old school pals that I’d lost touch with, who needs
Facebook when you’re going to Wembley. On the way home the Crewe team, along
with trophy, pulled up at Newport Pagnell services, just as we were about to
leave, which added to the excitement for the fans who were able to have their
pictures taken with the players and the cup. If you were expecting a more
in-depth report and analysis of the game, don’t despair, never one to duplicate
effort, here’s one my nephew prepared earlier http://www.false10.com/2013/04/match-report-johnstones-paint-trophy-final/
When we did
finally get home I managed to watch the Moto GP, how great to see Rossi back on
form. All in all a good day’s sport. Now back to work.
As I mentioned
earlier, I spent last week in Spain.
This trip was carefully planned between the two 12 stage events and was
designed specifically to get me fine tuned for the Masters road relays.
Unfortunately, as I’m still suffering from the achilles injury, I wasn’t able
to fine tune anything. It gave me an opportunity to spend more time relaxing by
the pool and on the beach and doing some reading. I’ve been going through the
Mark Billingham, Tom Thorne, novels, which I find a really good read. So good I
bought the series for my niece at xmas. My kindle has also pointed out to me
that I might like to read Robinson Crusoe. I remember watching the black and
white tv series back in 1972, so I didn’t mind if I did. It was actually a much
better read than I was expecting and differed in some aspects to the tv
version. I enjoyed it so much I’ve loaded up his further adventures.
Back to the
UK
and I was getting a bit concerned about the length of time my achilles was
taking to heal. I’d been advised that it was a strain but, like my hairline
fracture wasn’t spotted at first, I was wondering if something had been missed.
So yesterday I went to the physio. My physio was a shy young thing and we were
getting along really well, until she squeezed my achilles. But she did confirm,
there was no tear, it had just taken a beating and needed more time to heal.
However it is now the time to start pushing the stretches and start on strength
work. Diagnosis is that I should be able to run a little in three weeks time.
I’m not getting my hopes up just yet but my Salford
kit is ready and waiting.
One of the
nice things about coming home is that I’ve also had a load of new clients,
which means I’m really busy. The weather’s picked up a bit too which means I
can get off my static bike and get on my mountain bike and venture into the
woodlands. Much as I like cycling, it isn’t running. Unfortunately cycling
outdoors in the sun does bring it home how much I miss running.
Written by
Roger Alsop
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