I am not, not at all.
Lot to be said for not having to mow the bloody grass.
A repetitive bloody job that is never completed unless you concrete the bloody thing over.
We had the best of both worlds. Playing ball on a flat concrete wide road that only had to stop for the very rare car at the time, or else a local park or even someone's big garden in the summer. There was even a rule where you had to give an opponent space while he retrieved the ball from under a parked car if there was one on our "pitch". TBH I preferred playing soccer on the concrete with the ubiquitous "jumpers for goalposts". Far more innocent and active times I think.
