I recently got back into playing again. My housemate and his co-workers have a pick up game every Wednesday in Berkeley. It's the first real soccer I've played in several years.
It's amazing how much I've picked up just from watching all these years. I see the field so much differently than when I was a kid and teen playing the game without access to seeing professionals.
It's also amazing how much my body hurts after the game. At 41 the body no longer keeps up with what the mind wants to do. Add fat and diabetic to that and well, it can make things, well, challenging. Just this week I slightly pulled my groin while trying to defend.
I think I've hit the Blanco / Valderrama phase of my soccer career. Stay in the middle and spray pretty passes out to the younger, faster players. :)
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