1999: Another bad day with training. I wet all my trousers and the buggy. Consequently I had pull ups on when mummy came to collect me. It was raining slightly when we got home, but I played in the garden anyway, as it didn’t last long. Didn’t want any tea, apart from a slice of dry bread – just as well mum doesn’t have to keep a daily food diary and show it to the health visitor! Mum cooked some Naan bread, but I wasn’t too keen, so I fed the birds and mum and I stood and watched them eating. I got fed up though because every time I went for a closer look they flew away! Mum and I played a little one on one with the football, but she kept shouting handball and then she got fed up! I don’t know why, I thought it was great fun keep running off with the ball. I don’t see the problem
2019: At the age of two I obviously realised rugby was more for me than footy. Am hoping to start at Beccles but season nearly over and I need to save for some boots. Planning for September – body allowing (I wonder if the ref would allow sudden running from the field to the loo and back?!)
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The Way it Really Is - Then and now 