Coaching a dozen 8/9 year olds is a difficult job at the best of times. Add in a 4 year old pitch invader, two 7 year old girls, (1 of whom is your daughter who thinks it's hilarious to smack your bum) who are running laps of your playing area, and you have chaos. And that was my session between 6 and 7 pm tonight. There was some great football to admire, and my son Philip was truly superb, (spot the biased Dad). But the overriding emotion was one of relief that nobody suffered any injuries. And I am so tired I must go to bed and lie down.
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