It’s the end of another balmy day on Mauritius, where my wife Jennie and I are on holiday, with the sun about to set and a refreshing sea breeze easing in from the coral reef.
Reclining on beanbags on the beach, we’re enjoying the luxury of having some time, for once, in our busy, deadline-driven existence to contemplate life. So, naturally the conversation turns to football (or more accurately, I steer it in that direction).
I’ve always loved sport – playing, watching, reading about it. And one of the things I regretted most in life was that I was no longer young enough to play football…
Fast-forward to today and for some strange reason, in amongst the palm trees, turtles and local rum, I am missing the game. More pertinently, I am looking for a new challenge. At 59, my world seems to be shrinking, my options diminishing.
Then it comes to me: walking football. I will be a walking footballer. But not just any walking footballer – the best, good enough to represent my country. Maybe? Who knows? How hard can it be?
READ how Tim Walker reconnected with his beloved sport in his late-50s at source HERE: https://www.irishnews.com/life/how-walking-football-has-brought-me-fitness-wellbeing-and-ambition-7BTBKI6FLZIPNGYY53WQIVQAXE/
Tim’s Walking Football Blog: https://walkersfootball.blogspot.com/
