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YorkieLancsHampyLondoner said:
In the '95-'96 season I was the only over-present having played every minute of every game for Cherrytree Wanderers since we founded the club, I was the top scorer even though I was a left winger and I'd played half the season filling in at right back.

With two matches left of the season, a new manager came in and for about the second or third week running I played through a hamstring so he dropped me for the final game of the season when there was nothing at stake and that was the last they ever saw of me.
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They should have known better.

What did you do next??
 
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.
 
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Scowey said:
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.
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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!!
 
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