I remember a time we were on a family holiday. I wanted to play football but I was a bit nervous so my dad took me and my younger brother to the football pitch to play football with the other kids also on holiday. The teams were picked but the numbers were uneven, so to ensure my brother and I could both play, dad volunteered to go in goal.

The game started and dad was playing well in goal, as time passed dad started to venture out of goal. I think dads desire to win had started to show. I remember being impressed by my dads football skills & how he kept up with people far younger than him.  

I can’t remember if we won the game, but I remember we enjoyed it and that dad was absolutely shattered by the end of it. Dad always did his best for his family and was great fun to be around.