Today I finally was able to spend a decent amount of time -3 hours- running up and down, kicking the shit out of a football. A series of injuries and the lack of time kept me away from playing something that I devote most of my life to, even my academical work.
To be able to be up and about again, is simply great. I sucked, terribly actually, but at least I know it was the first of many evenings spent entirely on a pitch.
To be perfectly honest, it was the little things I missed the most. The general idea of the game is awesome, but it’s the details that really turn a rather pointless activity into something that can be as rewarding as aceing a test, going out with that girl you really like, or seeing a project take off. To me, it’s all about that feeling you get when you know you did something that helped the team win the game; be it scoring the goal, or tackling down a rival who was about to score.
For as much as I enjoy my work as a football journalist, a sport sociologist and a football youth trainer, nothing comes remotely close to being the guy that runs up and down the pitch yelling, kicking the ball, sliding, tackling, cursing, and a long etc.
It’s great to be back.