I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.
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I have photos of my dad in his thirties, playing in goal in a park in Toronto. He loved it too.
Doesn’t seem all that big until you’re sprinting after a loose ball. I prefer the slow torture of a 2 mile run. Or better yet, a slow leisurely walk in a nature preserve.
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I have photos of my dad in his thirties, playing in goal in a park in Toronto. He loved it too.
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I love it a lot, but I do feel it afterwards.
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How big is the pitch? Playing indoor “soccer” in my early 30’s was miserable.
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I play indoors. It is about the size of a basketball court. The torture begins in the summer when the temperature goes up.
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Doesn’t seem all that big until you’re sprinting after a loose ball. I prefer the slow torture of a 2 mile run. Or better yet, a slow leisurely walk in a nature preserve.
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Give me a ball to chase and I’ll run all day, but otherwise I can’t even run for a bus!
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