I never fully appreciated why my dad cried like a baby when I scored my first goal. I was about thirteen years old and I swung my skinny right foot at the ball and watched it bumble awkwardly over the line. I wasn't exactly a goal machine, me. Yesterday, however, Bruxy came over and he had bought Noah his first football kit and it took all I had to not cry huge, proud tears. Just look at him! This was the first picture we had taken and just look at his technique! This image does suggest that the boy is left footed, just like his daddy.
Here, Noah is describing how he skinned four huge defenders before smashing it beyond the keeper.
Then he smiled when he had finished regailing us with stories that didn't really happen.
"Thank you, Bruxy," said Noah when he woke up this morning.
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