January 26 2002
Saturday
Still not having much luck getting my mother a boyfriend, so today I asked
her to come along and watch me play football for my team Get Real Madrid. Lots
of the other
players dads come along to watch, along with quite a few spectators, because
we're
not a bad side.
(My father never comes to watch me because he doesn't like
football. What does he like! What is he like?!
For a time it looked as if I was going to be disappointed,
because my mother stood on her own and nobody went within yards of her.
She really is
in need of that makeover and the sooner Richard and Judy get a grip of her
the better.
Then,
just before half time, a man about her age approached her. He said
something
to her
and she just took one look at him, screamed, and ran
off. Just then the ref blew the whistle for half time and I
went over to the man and asked him what he'd said to make my mother act
in the way she had.
He answered me in a very
distinctive and unmistakeable voice - Irish with a cleft palate.
I recognised it
immediately - it was the voice of the man who had caused my mother to drop
the phone when I'd handed it to her the other week!
Anyway he's obviously interested in her or he wouldn't
have tried to chat her up, so I've invited him round for tea tomorrow -
my father is away.
We won three-nil and I scored. Let's hope the Irishman with the cleft palate
does the same.
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