I don’t have the energy to keep up with The Beautiful Game anymore – I’ve had to call professionals in to help…

THIS AFTERNOON, I am planning to do something quite unusual – watch a football match on telly for 90 minutes.

Arsenal are in Sarf London for the Zaha-Pepe derby and I, for one, will be making time in my busy weekend schedule to take it all in – unless there’s another Gooner collapse.  

Football and me go back a long, long way, you see. I played as a true amateur – that is, ardently and with very little distinction or reward – until my fiftieth year.

As a kid, I supported everyone – QPR, Chelsea, Liverpool, Watford.

But when I became a man I put away childish things, committing myself to Arsenal and the fabulous polymath Arsene Wenger.

Now I’m a 50-something, however, a gulf has opened up between me and the game.

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