Lunging forward to reach the football, I aimed towards the goal.
The ball landed in the net as the goalie swooped in the opposite direction.
‘YES!’ the audience cheered as my teammates came rushing towards me.
I had always loved football.
In 1985, aged 21, I took part in an indoor footie game.
The football had rolled in the corner of the room.
I slid to reach it in time and as I did so, my leg went through the glass escape door, slicing through my left leg.
Waking up in hospital, I didn’t know how bad my injuries were.
‘We tried our best to save your leg, but your injuries were too advanced,’ the doctor said.
Looking down, I felt relieved.
It was a strange feeling, but I was…
