You say Hello, and I say Goodbye

Ah! It has been some time since i watched a long distance volleyball match... when Boy isn't playing anymore there isn't quite the urgency. However on Friday night i sat up til 12 midnight, not to watch the game, but just to watch the live score feed.

Boy wasn't playing this time; he was standing in for the coach; he swears he had nothing to do with the broken leg, and I've got to believe him, he is my boy after all!

It was a big match against a big side. When Boy was playing, he loved this game - massive stadium; first division team; a win is never likely but the experience is a must!

I had to watch the score- they were bound to enter a line should Boy take a linesman out who called wrong, and Im sure if he pulled the referee off his stand ; id hear about that too!

It all seemed to go well - three nil, but with a better UMO score each game, if they'd played to five they'd have probably taken one!

I Was delighted tonight when Boy told me they had put highlights up on line, and I was able to see him in action; Maintaining a good humour and not Killing anyone, especially the ref :)

And as he walked across shaking hands - i thought , heavens. He's grown into his dad!