The agony and the ecstasy I now have trainers without holes! I have borrowed a pair from my grown-up live-at-home son, who by some miracle is the same size. On the downside, my sciatica is playing up big time. Will these two factors cancel each other out? Maybe? I’m late for my latest session of walking football – everyone has decided at the same time that they love nothing more than being on the ring road for an hour – so I have missed the warm-up and I’m straight into it, sciatica and all. At first, I move quite gingerly, the pain moving up and down my left leg in waves, but soon I’m in the thick of the action and miraculously pain-free. I make a goal, I score a goal (the ecstasy!), I stop a goal. My tactic is to spend a short spell defending, then move up front for a longer period in search of goal glory. Then it’s back shoring up the defence again for a few minutes. That way, it looks to ...