Martin has been banging on about the glories of football for years now.
And for years I've been ignoring him. I don't mind watching the odd game of footy and like most parents have spent many cold winter mornings freezing my butt off on the side line.
But it has never occurred to me that I might enjoy playing the game myself.
My last experience of playing football (or soccer as it was acceptable to call it back then) was in 1995. I scored one goal and then promptly fainted from the excitement. Once I realised just how much running was involved, I decided football was not the sport for me.
Fast forward 20 years and I am pretty sure I will not faint after scoring a goal this season. Because there is very little chance of me scoring a goal.