Hi Adrian,
Oh no, he must be gutted! You've got to be on it 100%, haven't you to be a keeper, no mistakes. Even the great Gordon Banks conceded two against the Germans on the greatest day (of course I'm way too young to remember that, first time round). You must be a really proud grandad, how good must it be to watch your grandson play. Hey, I hope you capture some of these precious moments on video, if not do it - something good to look back on. I'm envious.
I think I've said before that neither of my kids got into football, neither playing or watching. I often wonder where I went wrong π. Instead for a time before they both disappeared into their virtual worlds they both did competitive swimming. The eldest got quite good, he's got a draw full of medals and swam regularly at Yorks Champs and North East Regionals giving me some very proud moments to set against the thousands of hours that I spent sitting around swimming pools and playing at Taxi-man. I remember once driving him all the way up to Sunderland, getting up at the crack of dawn so that he got there in time for the 8am warm up then sitting around there waiting most of the day for his 50m backcrawl event which was then over within 30 seconds and then back home again - Nightmare! Footy wins all day long π¬
Miserable, wet looking day outside, I got up this morning feeling like I'd been knocked over by a bus but still I feel like I should be doing something, I have got stuff to do on the allotment, including a load of onions and garlic to plant, but really? On a day like this - no way Jose π.
Mr S