The post title is an old English cliché associated with football – for our friends across the pond, not soccer…football. We invented the game, don’t mess!
Jude has been pretty rough all week and on a couple of occasions there have been murmurings about being admitted to hospital. While I was out at work yesterday Rachel relented and took him to the children’s ward to be checked over. I was at work and on the way back got a text from Rachel to say that there were some football players visiting the ward.
Football is built on rivalries and in our house (Rachel aside) we are Wolverhampton Wanderers. Me and the boys go regularly, home and away. Our rivals are another local team West Bromwich Albion. If you’re not into football this will mean nothing to you but it’s a little bit like the Republic and the Empire in Star Wars, the Klingons and the Federation in Star Trek (The Original Series), Ross and whoever Rachel was seeing in Friends!
Imagine my horror to find that my son, yes my son, was being ‘visited’ by Albion players. Worse! They only go an print his picture in the local paper. I don’t have the heart to post the picture on the blog, if you need to know my pain you will have to visit for yourself here.
Thankfully Jude looks completely disinterested, he knows. What that bloke on the right is doing with his hand to make Rachel smile is another matter entirely.
p.s. At lease they got Jude’s name wrong which means in future I have plausible denial.