If it hadn’t been for the World Cup, I wouldn’t have been posting about my sports mad son’s achievements over the last couple of days. But as footie is a hot topic at the moment, here goes.
James, 13, is a very modest lad, not in the slightest bit boastful, and wouldn’t make a big deal about this, but I would like to do my proud mum bit. Yesterday was his football club’s annual awards presentation and he won two top prizes, including Players’ Player of the Year, highly coveted because this was voted by members of his team of which he is captain.
He also joined a local youth cricket team which has never won a match, but he is very loyal to them. James is a pretty average player, but last week he tapped into an inner reserve and seemed unstoppable, batting brilliantly, scoring a continuous run of fours, and finally totalled 43 runs. It was a nail bitingly tense close game, and disappointly they lost by only 1 run. He was given a hero’s applause and won their Man of the Match and a signed miniature bat sits proudly on the TV.
However, I am now hopeful of a few wins this season having recruited a couple of his strong footie friends to sign up for cricket; they look so handsome in their whites. I will keep you posted.

And he’s a lovely boy. I can vouch for that- he lives next door to me!