I must have been 36 or 37 when Tesco Bishopsgate (Liverpool Street Station, London) formed a football team, with our first fixture against Tesco Mile End. Our coach, an ex-pro called Sala from one of the Asian Leagues (can't remember which) put me at right-back where I was up against a teenager half my age on the left wing. This kid was tricky - fast, skillful, and slippery - and yet not once did he get past me. Not once did I win the ball either. I clattered the poor lad time after time, not because I was playing dirty, but because he was just too quick for me. Every time he'd slip the ball past me, a split second later my leg would go out, and another split second on he'd be in a heap on the floor. The amazing thing was that not once did the ref blow for a foul, leaving me to think that we must have bribed him with "unknown" shrinkage from the Wines & Spirits section. Sala hooked me at half-time.