Looking back, going to school was one of the fun times in my life. I say “fun” because, to be honest, studying wasn’t my strong point. I go back to the days when your whole school year depended on an end-of-year exam — and there was my problem.

My daily schoolwork, whilst not amazing, was passable, but if I had to revise for something, I was dead in the water. I couldn’t sit still in a room and study. I was too busy wanting to go and play football. That could have been outside in the street, at school in the playground, or for the school team. In the evenings, I was playing for my youth football team and training with my town team too.

I made my debut for my town team at just 15 years old in the then Isthmian League, playing in front of a few hundred people — and that was a pretty good standard at that time.

So I didn’t have time for Maths, Biology, and French exams. It was football or nothing for me. I remember my French teacher writing in my school report, “When will Richard realise that a laugh and a joke won’t get him through life?”

One of the things I loved at school was the lunchtime break. We used to congregate in the playground, pick two teams, and off we went. Now, I was a goalkeeper, just like my youngest son Jude is now, but there was no way I was playing in goal in the playground. I was running around trying to show my mates how good an outfield player I was.

It was very competitive, of course, and nobody wanted to go back into a double chemistry lesson having been on the losing team. Competitive also meant that every now and again it would get feisty and disagreements would occur. I went to an all-boys school, so the testosterone was flying around, as you can imagine, but it would soon cool down and on we went. Writing this now brings back great memories and, for me, it was all part of growing up.

So imagine my surprise when I read on the front page of one of the Spanish papers here in Mallorca that schools are going to limit the playing of football in the playground due to the conflicts it generates. Are we serious??

I posted this on my Facebook page and it got a huge reaction — most finding it a stupid decision and a few supporting it. In fact, some parents have said that in some schools already kids can only play on certain days. One parent from the UK said it happens at his son’s school. Another parent here says his son comments excitedly every Thursday that it’s his day to play football. Another said her son had said that arguments in the playground happen anyway, not just because of football.

I saw the paper that had written the story had posted it on their Facebook page, and the pile-on from the Spanish was unbelievable. I couldn’t find one person who supported it.

In an official statement issued last Thursday evening, the FFIB (the Balearic Football Federation) expressed its regret that initiatives are being promoted that could limit children’s participation in sports, and pointed out that football is the most popular sport in the Balearic Islands, with a long history and social impact that makes it a key tool for education, coexistence, and the comprehensive development of children and young people.

The Federation emphasised that youth football goes far beyond mere competition. It is, they explain, a learning environment in which values such as respect, teamwork, discipline, equality, effort, and solidarity are transmitted — all of which are essential elements in the personal and social growth of young people. Through clubs and sports schools, thousands of schoolchildren learn to live together, manage their emotions, and face challenges in a regulated and supervised environment.

I couldn’t have put it better myself.