Alexander
It’s great to see my boys on sunday afternoon. They're wearing the new shirts I sent them, full of smiles at the prospect we can share this new football craze of theirs.
I play along, pretending to the best of my abilities that I’m as excited as they are by the upcoming fixtures, and it leaves me with no uncertainty that they’re changing. Rugby is old news, and no matter how much I try to fight it, it’s only a matter of time before I become old news too.
Football, and Hampshire, their cool older step-brother and new younger sibling on the way.
And Terry. Cool dad Terry.
This is their life now, and I’m… well, I’m still the same old workaholic they knew in London.
I’m pained as I make the drive back to the city, as though the final shreds of my soul are bleeding out through t
