It's Not Fair....

Sometimes it's hard being the son of the team coach....it can be tricky too, when the coach has his son on the team....

Sam was in a mood before we even got to football training this evening, I'm not sure why....and having had little more than a few minutes between getting home from work and shooting back out of the door with a car full of kids, including a couple of friends from the estate....its not the best time to start asking why....

....and to be honest I wasn't in a very good mood either.

All the boys, who are after all only 12 or 13, turn up to training with the remnants of the days silliness still bubbling over....and the minute they all get together it cranks up another notch or two.

It normally settles down after five or ten minutes, (which is long enough), however occasionally one or two can carry things on....and on occasion hi-jinx can become obstreperousness....

Well today it was Sammy's turn....I don't know what was motivating him but he was really uncooperative, sullen and disruptive....one minute he wanted to train, the next minute he had no intention of joining in....

When it's your own flesh & blood acting up you get much more frustrated than if it was one of the other boys....and of course with your own you are less patient....and much less lenient....

....and today I was already feeling impatient and un-lenient....to be honest, I think we were both feeling off our game....

"You never tell any of the other boys off....they were messing about too....!"

He said....and decided to sit out....in silence....

....then, a few minutes after the photo was taken (which was to Sam's chagrin) he got up and got stuck back into the session....

....but not before he gave me a sly kiss and a hug....

...we both needed that x