Son's football team lost 0-9 and he's calling it the best match of his life
Under-9 friendly yesterday evening. They lost 0-9. Nine. The coach stopped counting out loud after six. My son got in the car glowing. He touched the ball twice, one of those times on purpose, and someone's dad shouted 'good effort' at him from the sideline. That's all he needed. He re-enacted his one tackle at dinner, again before bed, and once more this morning while brushing. His 14 year old sister asked what the score was and he said 'it doesn't matter, we played'. Not sure who taught him that but I'd like it in writing for her next exam result 😂