Sad times.
I've got a mate he's 84 now, ex army, fit as a fiddle. Played very high standard rugby, then when he was too old and it hurt too much he concentrated on cricket, aged 43 or so he'd moved to the even more sedate golf. Then at 60 odd his back hurt too much and packed that in.
I asked him if he missed sport, he said he did, but that was then, you can't fight it.
I still dream that I'm playing football and wake up sad.
Anyway fire her up so the petrol lines and diaphragms don't deteriorate.