I'm watching the Champion's League Final on ITV. (Immediate apology for watching ITV, but hey....).

22 men are currently being watched by a billion people trying to get the ball in one anothers net. Barcelona are leading 1 - 0 against Man United and its the first time I've been bothered enough to watch a football match for a long time.

On Saturday I played football for the first time in about 8 years. Against a 3 year old. In the park. For fun.

I was so much better than him. I could run faster, dribble better, tackle the ball of him every time. I'm 31, he's 3. But despite my obvious silky skills and being regimentally beaten by me ( ;) ) he loved every minute of it.

Sometimes in life it's really easy to forget the things that gave you pleasure when you were a kid. I grew up hugely enjoying playing and watching football but was denied the opportunity to play due to other commitments enforced by my family that took me down the musical route rather than the sporty life.

You can see that, despite the fact they get paid a huge amount, the look on these players faces is no different than the 3 year old I played football with on Saturday. I think we need to keep playing in life. Forgetting how to enjoy yourself and how to play with and against each other is a skill many of us forget as we get older.

Shame really.