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When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!

When I was starting out my football career as an impressionable 5 year old boy, with dreams of hitting the big time, we would play in the snow, rain, wind and frost - just like you do today. The only difference was that there was no such thing as winter football gear. I could often be seen running around in the snow wearing only a pair of shorts and a tshirt. I’d obviously complain at half time that I couldn’t feel my toes, and my coach would inevitably reply with something stupid like “a bit of cold never hurt anybody.” Then in the second half I’d take a free kick, and guess what? It definitely hurt. If only I was born 10 years later!