I received an email from the manager of a football club based over in West London who I had contacted in the past about playing for them, it was over a year ago and I had forgotten all about them. The manager had a game in the evening and wondered if I was available.
The email landed in my inbox at 3pm and the game kicked off at 6:30pm. Sadly there was no way I could make my dad his dinner at a reasonable hour (he likes it between 6pm and 7pm) and make it across to the other side of London during rush hour in time for kick-off.
Maybe the manager knew that. Maybe she thought she would pluck at my strings by offering me a game knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to play at such short notice. Of course she couldn’t be certain of WHY… or could she?
Oh football god why must you mock me so?