Saturday, 3 August 2013

Saturday - fitba

You take S to football at the local 6 a side pitches - the same pitches you have been running up and down - with varying degrees of effectiveness - for the last 12 years, and as recently as March.  Regular 6-a-side, climbing, walking and cycling to work - what could be healthier.

It is a beautiful morning, and lovely to be there, incredibly familiar.  The training session is always held on the same pitch you play(ed) on every Friday at 5.30.  This was your favourite of the many different regular games you have been involved in - the perfect antidote to the working week, a quick change and jog over, having a laugh in the sunshine, working off frustrations and aggression, a watershed from work to weekend.

S flits around happily and shows better ball control than you ever did.  At one point, he wallops the ball into the goal four feet in front of where you are sitting, then, beaming, runs forward, high fives you, and gallops off.  You want to bottle his smile, and that moment, and you are glad that he has gone, as you have to cover your eyes.