For those who do not know I have gone back to playing touch football, I play with a group of uni students and have managed to push the average age of the team up from 25 to 40
Any way last week this young lady stepped past me and dived for the line I just managed to touch her on the foot and called the touch.
You missed she said, Sorry but I got you I replied. Well the ball was already down, she said. That's not for me to decide I answered.
The ref turned to me and said " Did you get her Grandad " !
Yes I answered and he ruled no try.
The young girl came up to me after the game and apologised for calling me a liar but she was most concerned that the ref had showed me such lack of respect as to call me Grandad.
That's ok I replied he is my Grandson !
Now everyone of them call me Bloody Grandad
- I am sure Bob is doing it for all the right reasons, health, fitness, spending time with his Grandson - and good on him. My old Dad used to say if a bloke stopped looking he knew he was dead. 