He usually plays 2 matches and comes home slightly tired, covered in
He gets tackled like nobody's business, plays with and against 20, 30, 40 and 50 year olds (they have a 64 yr old on their own team who puts Big Bad Barry Hall to shame) but comes out smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
Some weeks he talks non-stop about the rough-housing the opposition gave them, he's slowly gaining the courage and self-confidence to get in and support/protect his team mates, still needing to learn when to stay back and when it's safe to say a few words.
This week he played in the ruck and had a ball...thankfully he listened to everyone else and showered at the ground as no bus driver in his right mind would have let him on the bus with the amount of dirt he'd managed to stick to himself!
This footy team has really been the best thing for him.