Like most people, I manage to avoid the whole 'getting older' thing by keeping a hypothetical age fixed in my mind. So, I am in my late 20s, early 30s. In my head. And I am happy to stay in denial for much of the time.
Of course, sometimes external events or news can badly disrupt this little fantasy. Like birthdays - mine happened last Friday. Nothing like a birthday to bring your mortality crashing home. But today I was idly scanning the sports news and came across a couple of stories that ruined by equilibrium.
Chelsea have appointed Andre Villa-Boas as their new manager. He is 33.
And it is 25 years since the infamous Hand of God / England v Argentina world cup match. That's 25 years. Quarter of a century. Whilst I don't remember the game that well - I do know that watched it and that I had a drunken conversation with a mate about it when we were at a club a few nights later. Drinking and clubbing 25 years ago? So that would make me...Well, let's just say that makes me feel my age.
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