It was an early start for us all this morning. Smallest and Huffle got up extra early and after their quick breakfast, drove off to North York for a Fooball Festival. Two games, lots of hard work on Smallest's part, two draws and a Man of the Day award from his coach. They then drove back to Stouffville for Small's tournament.
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| Rasta Ref and a Red Faced Smallest |
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| Huffle says the pitch was awful and the kids feet were disappearing in the uneven field |
Small and I got up a little later but the had to pack a picnic lunch for everyone, have breakfast and the drive 20 minutes away for Small's tournament. Four games, very hot sun and lots of hard work. His first game was a 2-1 defeat (against one of the better teams). Second was a 5-2 win against their biggest threat (revenge is sweet - this is the team whose coach had arguments with Huffle, he he). Third game was a 5-2 win and then we played the last team again in the final and lost on Extra Time Golden Goal. BOOOOO!
Unfortunately their coaches told them they were in the final and everyone was flying high. Then we found out that they were not in the final but playing for 3rd or 4th place. This put their spirits down and then they lost. Still they got a fourth out of six which is good. They played really well but they were very hot and tired. Huffle said it looked like they were wading in treacle the way they were running. Smallest and I went for a walk around the fields during one of the games and he rolled up and down the hill because he is a silly billy. We stayed for the trophy presentations and photos and then came home.
We all jumped in the pool and had an ice cream to cool down. Small cleaned the bottom of the pool, Huffle vacuumed and we added Chemicals and filled it ready for tomorrow.
Dinner was out in our local town sitting at the bar watching six TV screens with various sports on. We got to see the Premiership goals, a bit of baseball and the news (plus some American football rubbish). One of the waitresses said she couldn't tell if we were English or Australian and the manager asked if we came all the way from England just to eat there. I told him we came every week in our Private Jet!
*said to Small by another 10/11 year old during his football game. NICE! He only tackled him several times ha!
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| Photo sent by one of the Mum's from Thursday's match. |
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