The first time I kicked a ball
My dad is mad on football, but actually that’s nothing compared to the madness that is my mum at a game when her team – Everton – win a match. All I can say is you don’t wanna be near her when she starts screaming. Or, if you are, you really want to have ear-muffs on. If you haven’t you’ll definitely not make the same mistake again…
The first time I kicked a ball, incidentally, I was with my mum. My dad was at work and I’d heard of this thing called football but never really actually played it. It seems like madness to write with such innocence about football now, after all this time, but that’s the truth. Back then I was more or less a blank page open to anything. Football wasn’t in my blood yet.
Or maybe it was…just…because when we went to the park and I had my very first kick of the ball – my mum’s memory more than my own, I was only about 3 – my mum started to scream and cheer and then she picked me up and said, “that boy’s a natural!” It was a good feeling. Even though I’m much bigger than my mum now, I still sometimes wish she could come along and scoop me up like on that big brave day.
I don’t know if I really remember that first kick, or if it’s just I’ve heard mum’s memory so much that it’s become my own
God, I’m never going to tell her that, though. She’d think me a right old softie. Now, I’m a man, and I can’t be having that!
I remember the next part, the backing up to kick the ball again. I had some really old-school asics running shoes on back then, mini ones, as I hadn’t really started on the footie yet and didn’t want me any boots. That all changed after that first kick of course. Mum says that after that first kick, then that second one, I wanted boots more than I wanted anything. More, even, than I wanted chocolate. And believe you me I was a little chocaholic!
I don’t know if I really remember that first kick, or if it’s just I’ve heard mum’s memory so much that it’s become my own. But in a way it doesn’t matter. I feel it now, this passion for football, and ain’t nothing ever gonna take me away from it.
This man is gonna love his footie until the day he dies, and after that he hopes that wherever he ends up there’ll be some kind of pitch there and at least one decent football.
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