Reflections from a proud dad on the first game of the season and his sonβs 50th game for the Tigers…. Thereβs the alarm. Come on, get up. Take the dog out…yes, donβt look at me like that, I know itβs cold. Upstairs, wake up the boys. Come on. Wake up, now. I know its early β footy, remember? OK, you tell me whatβs special about today β yes, itβs your 50th game. Breakfast. Letβs take a photo in front of the banner. Get together, smile. Great, letβs go. Have we got everything? Keys, wallet, phone. Have we got boots, white shorts, socks? Do I know how to get there? βHey Siri!β Itβs your 50th, you can choose the music β good choice. Sing along. At the ground. Perfect morning for footy. Bright sun, clear sky. Getting organised β you got the same number as last year? Good one. Go and have a kick. Coaches get the team together. βCome on Tiges!β Great message coach; simple, clear, positive. Hold up the banner β so proud. Everyoneβs lined up, here he comes (must get his looks from his mum). Big cheers. Get organised for the start of the game. βGo Tigers!β βCome on boys.β βStay on your man.β βRun.β βCome on, ump!β Did I say that out loud? Oh, well. Good quarter boys. Have a drink. Great run down the wing. Great shepherding, super teamwork β and a perfect kick to the leading forward (must have got that left foot from his dad). Thatβs it, head over the footy. Hold your marks. Great kick. Right in it now boys, one quarter to go. Someoneβs hurt. Get out there. Heβs OK. Tough nut, that one. Super effort boys. Never mind. You played well, they played well. They were just a bit better today. Weβll get βem next time. Andrew, Dad (and trainer) of Under 12 boys.
In My Head on Sunday Morning
18 Apr 2016




