A new dawn... well dusk, actually It's a new dawn , it's a new day, it's a new life for me… as Nina Simone was prone to blurt out from time to time. Yes, I am a reborn walking footballer – I now have boots actually designed for playing on Astroturf. I also have new shin pads but haven’t had the nerve to wear them yet. Full kit w**ker – I hear you cry. And I wouldn’t blame you. On this late-February evening, it’s as if change is afoot. I set off from home and it was still light – light!!. And the weather is very mild – a disturbing 15C – which makes it feel more like a May evening. But alas, all is not perfection. Welcome to the life of a middle-aged man. Knee trouble. A couple of weeks ago, I sustained what I have described to people ever since (in some detail) as an Amsterdam kerb injury. Now that sounds like a euphemism, but it was actually very innocent. ...