That was actually the last time I played XI-a-side in an organised team. In London I mainly played five-a-side, between '06-'09 we had Ipswich Town vs the World @ Mile End Stadium once a week. By some strange coincidence half the lads were Town fans.
I was having this conversation at work this morning.. When I moved to the midlands I joined a Saturday team, played a couple times for the Ressies, banged in a couple of hat tricks and spent the rest of that season & next playing for the 1st team, scoring a few here and there. I instantly knew they were a bunch of scallys but I liked playing football so turned a blind eye (and deaf ear) to some of their nonsense and kept myself to myself, though I wasn't exactly enjoying it.. Then one match our Left Mid (white lad) racially abused our Centre Mid (Black lad) and then a brawl took place in the centre circle between the two.. with plenty of abuse being hurled by other team mates and the crowd. It was then that I decided I didn't like football enough for that. Even though I was being paid to play (taking home over £100 a month), I'd rather not have to spend time with people who I would never consider associating myself with in any other situation... Not stepped onto a full size football pitch in 4 years.
Goodness, what a shocker, Scowey! It's what we come across and experience in our own lives that shapes & defines us, for better or worse. My last game of footie, in a regional cup final (in Malaysia mind!) was back in 1983! I was the only whitie and never felt a whisper of malice, unkind words let alone racism.
My last game of footie was a beach game in the Maldives on my honeymoon 15 years ago,nearly melted in the heat! Worst thing was one of the locals mistook my Town shirt for Leicester!!