Football brain

I couldn’t really concentrate on work today as I was too excited about taking m’boy to his first proper football training session.

The teams of his age range in the local area are all full up, so the only available option was a team a year older than him. He wasn’t fazed by it and was keen to go. When we arrived there was only a handful of lads there (summer holidays) and so I dropped him and headed off with Matty, who was pleased as punch as she got to sit in the front seat on the way home.

An hour and a half later we left to pick him up. A grinning, very sweaty imp waved from the pitch at me and gave the thumbs up. Pete the coach said he has a good “football brain” and m’boy has been invited back to the next session on Saturday.

Chuffed to bits for him and interested to see how his fledgling romance with playing football progresses from here.

Shame about the Chelsea kit though…