Having spent the afternoon smelling the strong smell of old cigarettes, cheap aftershave and glory, at the Arsenal vs Liverpool game, I have been thinking about how wonderful it will be to take my (probable) boy to the football. There were a few dads there with their children, (mainly boys), and it was great to see father & son bonding over common interest. It’s a bit bizarre how it’s acceptable for general parental standards to slip slightly, particularly with regards to the fruity language on display. I doubt many dads would allow their 8 year old to watch a film containing the colourful language you hear at a football match, yet I’m sure I will find myself smirking and whispering in the boys ear, “it’s ok, just don’t repeat it.”
It is so important for dads to find a common interest with their child and spend time, just the two of them doing it. I can’t wait to find out what it will be for the probable boy and myself! Hopefully any number of sporting activities, perhaps a common love of photography, maybe even a guilty pleasure of 80’s hair rock n roll. Just a matter of time to find out, but I certainly am looking forward to whatever lies in wait.
#Arsenalforever
