Carl Ackerley

It's a real shame that most of us don't appreciate the good times we have when we are having them. It's one of life's tragedies that we are mostly unaware of how good they are until it's too late.  Personally, the days of playing Sunday League are amongst my favourite. What could be better than going out the night before a game to Cromwell's bar (the pinnacle of Huntingdon nightlife) with your mates and getting off your nut. There was none of this, "better take it easy guys, big game in the morning" mentality that you mostly get with Saturday football, in fact it was the complete opposite. Who could get the most fucked up and still get to footy on time was the challenge. When I first started playing Sunday's for the mighty Barley Mo pub me and the Tesco crew would finish work on a Saturday, shower, get changed into our boot cut jeans and baggy shirts and be propping up the bar by 8pm ordering our first round of shots. I know the...