2. WHEN SATURDAY’S GONE By Jonaldo

Advice & Anecdotes from a Walking Footballer/Senior Player

I am a great header of the ball, which draws consternation from other players worried about the impact this might have on memory loss, but if there are weaknesses in the opponent work all the harder at exploiting it.

I shouldn’t be too blaise and once or twice it has crossed my mind that my recklessness could provide a big payout for someone on the book our rascally defender John South. Southey runs a book on who will be the first of our walking football group to peg it. Like Southey I have been playing ten years and thankfully there have been no payouts yet.

As for my skin in Southey’s book, my genetic stock is mixed. My father went at 72, but my mother was a month short of 93 when she departed this life. Although the last few years of it she was linked up to a machine in Hengrove. It was sad for the most part, but she did win a few hundred on it occasionally. It was a waste of time getting her help for her gambling addiction at her advanced age.