I’m old enoigh to remember that quantum leap moment when gloves transformed from those awful things with just dimpled rubber grips into the latex foam era. Proper gamechangers!
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A lasting memory from playing in winter as a kid was getting in the bath and legs being in agony from the hot water after the freezing cold, made much worse if you’d also been slapped on the thigh by the ball
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3 hour long games of World Cuppies and Headers and Volleys.
One year I wore an arm bandage for a full summer, just to be like Cantona
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When you go to block a cross, stick your leg out, turn slightly, and take one at full throttle right on the back of the thigh.
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And there was always a wannabe Norman Hunter ready to fuck you right up
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We called those ones on the back of the leg ‘stingers’…
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If you were on the wing getting harassed by overly aggressive dads who were carrying on like it was a cup final
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Best thing ever was after all the Saturday games were done you’d get a ragtag mix of lads using the last moments of light to have an all out war. 9 year olds getting booted by 15 year olds and loving evey minute of it. Played the rule where if you were closest to the post you’d touch it and you were the keeper. Halcyon days.
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Football and Rugby (and Hockey) in the middle of Winter growing up in the early 80’s.
I was shit at Football and Ruby but inadvertently scored a hat-trick in Hockey one day and that was it, always picked to play a game I really hated. I watched Kes again recently and it was like a snapshot of my school. Brutal!
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Wrestling with Dickie Davies on World of Sport was obligatory viewing Sat afternoons, playing footy for cubs on Sunday
Style Icon!
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I played football and rugby growing up but one day my school’s hockey keeper was injured and they asked me to go in goal for a bit. Putting on the pads and helmet was great. I think I kicked everything and even came way out the circle (still don’t know if that’s ok or not) to kick one away. First and only game and I had a ball.
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These were by far the worst offenders for that
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Mitre plackies on the back of the legs in the freezing cold. Hideous 
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Playing and training on these gravel fuckers, skinned knees and shins aplenty. Grass was a luxury.
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Women go on about the pain of child birth being the worst but that’s cos they’ve never had one of those f***ers blasted at their legs from point blank range on a freezing winter day 
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Yeah, those shale pitches were a nightmare. Gravel in your grazes…
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Proper LOL
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One of our mates was the brother in law (older sister etc) of Nigel Martyn. He had a fairly unlimited supplier of old gloves from him which earned him a decent income and meant that pretty much everyone had a set in albeit various states of disrepair.
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Pure trauma! Sorry for your loss 
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God that brings back long forgotten memories!
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