the adlards

There’s an art to watching football with your three-year-old daughter. During the England v T&T game, when England finally scored I leapt to my feet and yelled “Come o-o-o-n!” at the top of my voice. As one does. I looked down to see Sophie looking up at me with the widest startled eyes imaginable and Josie in floods of tears. Yes it does worry me a little that they’ve not seen their dad quite so passionate about anything before.

I’ve overcome Josie’s fear that football’s causing the disintegration of her family unit by teaching her to yell G-O-A-L at the top of her voice. It is annoying that she was yelling it every time Ecuador got near our goal, which was rather a lot on Sunday. Still, better to have her participating. It’s quite an act of discipline to delay yelling long enough to tee up a joint response.

Football is still “Your game Daddy.” She still doesn’t quite understand the dynamic. Besides, it intereferes with her telly watching – never thought I’d be a dad who did that.

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