The walking football blog By Tim Walker Open goal! Week one You’d imagine a sport with ‘walking’ in the title and played by people primarily over 50 (I'm 59) to be sedate, easy-paced, slow even. The reality of my first session on the hallowed Astroturf of a large secondary school was very different. This was an intensive 60-minute workout which would have stretched even 30-year-old me. I am, however, quite competitive where sport is concerned. I could have largely stood in one place, waiting for the ball to come to me. But after so long away from the game I so loved to play as a youngster, I am hungry for action, I want to be the hat-trick hero, a grey-haired Roy of the Rovers. On arrival, I had looked around the pitch at my assorted teammates/opponents – 10 men and 3 women. Many are like me – mid-late 50s – and probably, like me, coming along thinking it will be a walk in the park. Some don’t look too mobile, in fact one guy appears to have knees which barely function. But...