Monday 5 February 2018

Chilly Meeting


Some men love having a son, they can do so much with this heart treasure, they look forward to the day their son becomes something of worth such as a great footballer, this however costs.  On Sunday I passed the park where the local non-league teams under 7's were playing (I guess the age from their appearance).  On either side of the pitch stood a motley collection of persons slowly freezing to death while their son began the ten year slog to make it to the top. Wrapped in their winter best they cheered, clapped and encouraged within the limits of the rules, too much interference causes trouble so parents are urged to keep it quiet at this level, and at the same time drank the umpteenth cup of coffee from the stall that cleverly parks itself in the middle of the pitches.  
It amazes me these kids, when we were eight years old we chased the ball as a group, usually around forty of us at school, and had no idea what to do when we got it bar kick it, anywhere!  The guys playing here were well coached, kept to their positions more or less and were learning to kick the ball properly.  On occasions it is clear one or two of these lads will make it high up in years to come, others will drift into park football or drink, drugs or women problems like the majority however, but what fun getting there!  Dad will age slowly while his body succumbs to frostbite in winter and sunburn in summer with little hope of ever seeing his son score the winning goal in a cup final.  He will think at the moment it is however worth it!


Today was museum meeting day.  This can be enlightening, with info on the future exhibitions, shop work, marketing but it can also be worryingly slow if he or she asks that daft question and he is in attendance to answer it slowly and with added repetitions while he or she argues the case meaninglessly to win a point.  Today however the manager was not with us so that saved us thirty minutes!  
Info on the next few exhibitions was offered, talk on what to do with money in the shop, discussion with my suggestions with what to do with suffragettes came to nothing as a dozen women disagreed with my suggestion, there are no railings available either, and so on until  happy group fled the scene leaving the clearing up to the staff.
Back tomorrow to show my cheery welcoming skills to all and sundry, especially the women who will be checking up on the half term holiday activities so they can dump the brats for an hour or so. I expect a lot of phone calls and visits tomorrow regarding that.  Then I will have time to myself, unless I get snowed in of course.


2 comments:

the fly in the web said...

Leo's father confined his advice to his elder son to
A. Do not get a tattoo. It makes it easier for the police to identify you
and
B. This is how to cook a fillet steak in case you ever entice a girl to your flat.

The idea of standing on a freezing touchline would never have entered his Belgian soul...mark you, the idea of playing games on a Saturday would never have entered Leo's

Adullamite said...

Fly, My dad never mentioned that, mind you he could never afford mince let alone steak!