Behind Closed Doors

Last night i made my comeback in a behind closed doors affair at Total Fitness on Winwick Road.It was a high octane,fast paced ten minute match that was only worthy of football puritans.

During half time,one of the lifeguards popped his head around the door and said my first half performance reminded him of Berbatov in full flight.

The second half was slightly frustrating,to be substituted by your own wife and to watch her round the goalie and roll the ball into the empty net for the winner made for a long journey home to Burtonwood.