As a tall centre half who could jump I must have headed the thing 20 times a game .
Often with the top of my head as you’d often get nudged and/or mistime it.
At times I’d end up on my knees after midjudging a steepling goalkeepers kick out . Think got a soft head
I can remember many Sunday afternoons just laid out on the settee with a banging headache.
Can’t be good for you and a bit scary to think of , especially as my father died at 61 with pre senile dementure, which was absolutely horrendous, not just for him, but for all the family. To see a big strong , proud, man deteriorate so quickly over just 2 years was something I wouldn’t wish on my biggest enemy .