Its the characters I miss. Every team had them.
But my Sunday team had a lad called Jacko. He would play anywhere, and wasnt bad. Once wore a scarf when in goal. Anyrate, he had been a marine, and looked like one. Y'know, lithe, squat, and very very quiet. He hardly spoke a word. Literally, an "aye" to "want a pint Jacko?", and that was that.
Lived with his mum, Pearl, aged 30 plus.
So we were in the pub post match, usual crap, there was a lull in the conversation, and Jacko perked up.
"Starting college next week" Us, in silence. All look at him, literally the first actual conversation he had started.
"What you doing Jacko?" says someone.
"Communication Studies".
Scenes.