Cup Final...what Cup Final?

By Bad Dad on May 18, 08 12:10 PM

MY second uncle is over from Australia at the moment so the family organised a get together yesterday.

"On Cup Final Day?" my two moaned as I insisted they come with me to meet "someone none of us even know" at a pub on the outskirts of London.

But five hours after getting there my lads didn't want to leave as the magic of "family" cast its spell on them.

My cousins, in their 30s, were there and when it was their round they returned to the table with pints of lager for my 14 and 12-year-olds, whose eyes beamed with illicit joy.

"Just this once," I conceded - and minutes later they were loving it, the centre of attention, dipping into conversations with our family's quite often weird sense of humour.

I was so proud just watching them from the edge of the conversation and have to admit they're turning into a cracking pair of young men...under my guidance obviously.

It was such a shame my old man wasn't there to see it but I know he'd be looking down with a smile,

As we left and promises of keeping in touch, addresses and e-mails were made, football-mad Nick asked: "Who scored the goal that won the Cup?"

The game had done on behind us and no one cared - some things, admittedly not many, are more important than football.