Brings back a lot of memories this thread does, about pulling on that jersey and playing your guts out for nothing more than a free beer, a pair of sox and shorts, and the right to own that jersey at year's end.
You forget (or suppress) the pre-season training, the weights and hill runs, the constant niggles and turning up to school (yes!) hung over and then later on work in the same state.. Last year of school playing U19's with Jets and for TRHS, there were weeks when you played Sunday (Jets), Tuesday (Commonwealth Bank Cup), Wednesday (local inter school comp), Thursday (State Bank cup) then again on Saturday or Sunday.. All the while studying for trial HSC's and training 3 days a week for the Jetties. Grades, of course, suffered.
So did the body.. Approaching 40 I've had 3 ops on one knee, the other is damaged, left shoulder always feels like a broken K-Mart ratchet spanner, I had issues with dyslexia, memory lapses, semi-detached retinas, pain killer addiction... The list goes on lol!
Wouldn't change a thing. The heartbreakers, the epic wins, the life of ice packs and the creaky joints all go hand in hand. It's a wonderful game, and it owns you forever. I might struggle with old injuries for the rest of my life but footy made me who I am, and that's just one of the reasons I love the game 🙂