Had you told me six months ago that I’d be voluntarily pulling on football boots on a Tuesday evening — and not as part of a fancy-dress stunt — I’d have raised a brow and returned to my regular sofa scroll.
Athleticism and I have never been especially well-acquainted. One might go so far as to consider us perfect strangers (I used to hide in the library during P.E. and was once off for nine months after calling a mole removal a back operation).
