Yep, i know exactly how you feel Crashgate, and no, there's no turning back.
Just the other day, a couple of "Yoofs" were playing Kerby on the road outside my house. And i just stood in my house, watching until the ball went too far and hit my car, when i promptly went out and told them where to go.
I couldn't help thinking afterwards how much i enjoyed playing Kerby as a youngster, and what i thought of miserable old gits telling me to move along, or to go play "down my own end".
I'm 26 now, but i feel i should have as many wrinkles as Bladerunner