Growing up

Matthew had his Cup final on Saturday and he rose early to knock on my bedroom door and remind me that we had to leave in 3 hours time. Half asleep and glancing up at him as he stood before me in all his kit I thought to myself that really is love of the game.

3 hours and fifteen minutes later I stood alongside the pitch with the other parents (all men but very accepting of me and my continuos team talks ) trying to contain myself as the game kicked off. Matthew has already asked me countless times throughout the season not to yell from the sidelines but I just can't contain myself and each week end up nearly loosing my voice as a result.

I have tried to change the tone of my voice to make it sound a bit deeper and more masculine but there's only so much I can do. I like to think that i'm supportive but Matthew says it's embarrassing. I even offered to manage the team at one point and no matter how many times I tried to persuade him that I could come up with great tactics he literally begged me not to volunteer. I asked him why and he replied with a simple " mum, you wear heels on a football pitch, you don't know the rules of the game and every time you look down at your iphone you miss a goal". My response, "And your point is Mathhew?".