Mid-life crisis? I think so!

So it's arrived. I have agreed to do something on Monday that officially ushers in the start of my very own mid-life crisis.

I'm playing football again. There's a good chance it will kill me.

Let me explain: as I was contemplating turning 30 a couple of months ago, I realised that at best, I probably only had two or three years of football left in me. And I've not been playing for the last two. This, I thought, was a waste, so on a whim I emailed a couple of teams in the local church league, asking if they wanted any players.

One or two got back in touch, and I've ended up agreeing to train with Rock Crusaders on Monday evening.

Seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn't a bad player when I was a bit younger, but my game was largely based on being pretty quick. Now, of course, I'm considerably fatter and have developed asthma.

This may be the shortest comeback in history. Please pray that I don't make a complete fool of myself. Or die. Or realise I'm past it. Hope is a wonderful thing...