Feeling like a broken tree

I played football last night for the first time in AGES... and today I feel like a broken tree

Football used to be my life. It was all I would think about, do and daydream about but then I went to singing lessons (by the way, this is a true story!)

My family were all heavily involved in a children's am-dram company and it became the priority when I was 10-12 years old. I remember standing alongside my singing teacher's grand piano belting out the songs from the shows while my friends walked past the window on their way to play football, doubled up in laughter.

One day I had a decision to make. I was due to play in a cup final but it clashed with a show we were doing. There was only one winner. My team went home with the cup but they did so without me.

Not long after that we moved house and the am-dram soon fell by the wayside. I was far too busy being a teenager and trying to fit into a new town to go anywhere near a stage until I eventually got involved again later on because I fancied this girl who went (when I say 'girl' I mean a 'female of the same age' - I'm not talking about fancying a little girl!!)

Erm... I still played football but I never again got the chance to play in a cup final.

But I'm only 31.....too old to be a late starter and turn professional?

At least if I was a pro the club would send me to the physio for a massage and they could rub my sorry trunks. I'm talking about my legs- not my Speedos- I'm going back to the feeling like a broken tree metaphor!