As a kid, I grew up dreaming of some day playing football at Wembley. I didn’t want fame or fortune, I just wanted to strut my stuff on what I knew was the best surface available. Making do with cul-de-sacs, parks and church halls, my one school trip to Wembley didn’t put me anywhere near the hallowed turf itself.
These days I have easy access to plastic pitches that young me would never have dreamed possible. My local New England Revolution produce an attractive, often successful style of passing football on FieldTurf.