“Lekkerrrr Daan!”

“Nice one Daan!”
That’s what I heard first when I arrived at the football match where Daan was playing.
Siddeburen, Saturday morning.

At 8.15 I’d dropped him off there and went to my office to get some work done.
At 10.00 I went back to pick him up and watch the end of the game.
It ended 3-3. A fair score.

Daan is in no. 5 by the way (see photo)