There are moments in a boy’s life- days that linger and ferment forever in the mind:
Growing up; leaving the pencil case and the lunch box behind.
The sad slow penny drop that figures out the Tooth Fairy; the Easter Bunny- both Little White Lies
And your Dad drinks the sherry; scoffs the half dozen mince pies.
First girlfriend; first kiss; first wage packet in your hand
First car; first child… as the boy becomes a man.
But the day after which life would never be the same
Was the very first time my uncle took me to my very first game.
Midweek fixture: pitch lit up like a birthday cake
Took my breath away; spent the rest of the night awake…
Reliving every kick and chase, arms aloft above the covers at the memory of every goal.
Realising I had found the thing that would delight; frustrate; and which made me whole.