I took my nephew Charley for his first appearance as a player on the Beeston Juniors football team today. The morning started off scorching but as this is Yorkshire it began to rain as the match started. There was a slightly surreal moment when the kit was being given out and the waterproof coat had the logo of my mothers business on the back of it. Catlows is my mothers maiden name and the name of the business she started - she’s since sold it - so that was a bit weird.
He came on for ten minutes of the second half of the B-Team game and had a great time acting like Beckham if not bending it quite like him. I’d imagined that being between 8 and 9 years old the families would be happy that their children were happy but as with all things football some of the parents were taking it as seriously as an England match. I didn’t think I’d see winning players coming off the pitch crying but I suppose when your dad is berating you for not plating the early ball into space it’s not quite as much fun.
Still, Charley came off beaming from ear to ear and explained at length every kick of the ball and every move he’d made during his ten minutes on the pitch.
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Ah, the joys of Sunday football. The poor lad’s got at least another 30 years of it to look forward to! You’re quite right about the parents shouting from the touchlines. I’m sure it wasn’t like that in our day. Too much Sky Sports has turned all the dads into pundits.