
My football skills have always been of the lowbrow variety. I eschew skill and control for pace and – my ultimate get out of jail free card – the slide tackle. This weekend, blessed with a new pair of football boots, I skipped over to my favourite football pasture and proceeded to horrify all my friends. My tackling, once something that could get me out of scrapes, now appalled everyone. Every time I slid in, I got the ball. Occasionally I took the man too, but when I went in – two-footed or not – the howls were deafening. This just made me want to slide in more, as...




