In my younger days, I was rapid and loved sliding into tackles and then bombing up the wing delivering a quality ball into the box. But then, as happens in Ireland, as I got older the drink got a hold of me and I slowly had to change and adapt my game to suit my new less mobile, but more cuddly physique. Eventually, I started to pick up a lot of injuries so knew I had to either give up the drink or give up on my dream of making it at a decent level as a footballer. As I sit here typing on my phone, in between pints, I think I made the right choice. But every now and again i look back at those days when i was in my prime and wish I could get it all back. I was the best right back in the U10 Division 2 league when i was 8!! I could have been the new Thuram, instead i'm just another Lingard.