Had one of those days I felt blessed and old. And yes, getting old is a blessing
Watched the game and saw my kids go through the wringer and the trauma of the end. Watched it on the dodgy box and went from the roof lifting off to just unbelief.
My lads aren’t kids anymore, young men and telling me all about the key men in the other team. In my head I’m their peer and then your head kicks in that you are ‘Dad’.
Youngest shouted up to me that the second half was starting as I went downstairs and got sidetracked by music with another beer.
I’m blessed my God to have the support network around me.