He's right Smurf. One day you'll be kicking a little tuppny-swerver around in the park with young Paul and you'll think to yourself "I've still got it" and then you'll wander to the pitch where your local Sunday team are playing, kick their goalie in the shins at half time while no one's looking and volunteer to take his place cos he's injured. Don't forget you'd stopped playing before you came back to Shefford and produced some of your finest stuff and found glory again. You aint finished by a long chalk yet. That's right, a very long chalk.

Long, I tells ya.