This is going back a little, well a lot actually, more than I care to remember so apologies if muddled. I was in the last year at junior school and I was already playing for the district, my old Man heard about try-out for what I think was called Everton 'C', everyone around me was roughly 10, 11 or 12 ish. I saw myself as a bit of Alan Whittle, but ended up in defence as a right back. I could tackle and run like the clappers, I just didn't know what to do with the ball when I got it! After the try out Mike Lyons (who was a striker back then) and who had been involved with watching us, came over and lightly wrapped his arm round my shoulder.
"So, what other things do you like doing when you aren't kicking a ball?" he asks.
"I love art, sir, drawing and painting...!" I said, with a big silly grin on my face. Mick gave me a small but firm tap on the shoulder before he said, "Yeah, I can see that now, you stick with it lad and one day you'll make a fine artist! "
I did have a few games down in one of the minor leagues playing for such luminaries as Borrowash Victoria, Long Eaton United but never the sultry heights of Everton FC 'C' again sadly. Incidentally for that try-out I brought with me my first Everton shirt, which my Mam says I never took off until one day she cut the white cuffs off it because I kept pulling the sleeves down and holding them in my clenched hands. She said I stretched the sleeves making it look two sizes too big. Like Samson's hair, once removed so too with them all my footballing capabilites it would seem. Happier than ever these days writing fantasy novels and Sci-fi so it all worked out in the end!