I once played for a reasonably well known Norwegian team. Well, I didn’t actually play for them in as much as I worked in the city, got friendly with someone at he club and got given a load of training gear from said club. Me and my mate used to tell women we were professional footballers in Norway and both had pictures on our phones of us in “our” training gear (the picture was taken in a gym changing room. It worked a couple of times, including a sympathy shag after I broke my leg pissed up only I obviously embellished the story a little that i happened during a game and could be career ending.