Saturday morning football

Went to watch the nephew of sorts play for his regular team.

Despite the morning starting out beautifully bright, the weather soon turned to torrential rain, wind and hailstones.
At least the team won 5-2, the nephew of sorts appearing as a substitute after fifteen minutes and scoring a peach of a goal within a minute of getting on the pitch to put his team 3-0 up and effectively kill the game as a contest.
Some watchers retreated to their cars, but no, not I. I got frozen hands and an almost numb face, so tough am I.



*Maybe not really that tough. Maybe more like a bit stupid.

EDIT: Happy 365, PepperG.