I took George down off my shoulders, and rolled the football onto the grass of the small park which is surrounded by cafe tables. It was a sunny morning and the tables were busy with other parents watching their kids run around on the grass. I proceeded, first attempt, to execute a perfect Ardiles Flick. The ball looped elegantly over my head and landed just ahead of me, and I was able to trap the ball nonchalantly under my left foot, turn and gently pass to George. I didnt look up, but I could feel the open-mouthed stares of several boys over the other side of the grass. There might be a god after all .
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 07:25:48 +0000