Originally Posted by
Burney
At school I was once drafted in to play as goalie in a house match. Now I was a bloody good slipfielder back then, so was quite used to catching hard balls that flew at me at speed. Given which, just stopping hard balls that were coming at me at speed while wearing gloves, pads, stupid shoes and a stick seemed like a piece of p1ss.
Needless to say, I played a blinder and the hockey coach was imploring me to join his squad, saying I'd walk into the 2nd XI and would be pushing for the 1st XI in no time. I declined, since I felt that hockey was gay. I don't regret the decision for a minute.