Goal! (not)

After a morning at the regular Saturday market, with added Christmas market and the local music school playing funky versions of Christmas songs, Conor was off to a football match. Since it was at our local ground, we all went to watch.

Conor's not had much football training so is, well, not very good. But happily (for his ego) or unhappily (for the end result) he's not alone in that. However, he smiled non-stop through all three games and was quite delighted to come away with one win out of the day. Here, you might imagine, he is primed to score.... Only that's his own goal, which might explain why his team-mates are looking so worried at his determined grin. (Ok, you can't see their worried expressions because of the paranoid blurriness, but trust me.)

(He didn't score. At either end.)

I think for now Barcelona's midfield can relax. But if enthusiasm won first team places, he'd be a shoe-in.

Home for post-match showers, fizz and duck and chips. Living the good life.

(And it was warm and sunny today. I was a bit warm on the touchline actually, which was not what I was expecting from soccer-momdom.)