#needagoal

But after a tough, tough week where we thought long and hard about whether we've done the right thing this year.  Today was a positive and well worth the 120 mile trip to the arse end of the wash to see him play his first away game.  They lost, he was clearly at fault for one of the goals in his second spell at centre back, but that aside there we glimmers of my boy back in his play, theres a spring back in his step tonight and with a bit more luck he'd have had the goal he craves.  

There has been talk all weekend of him not wanting to play after Thursdays no show, he was awful, lost, out of his depth.  Didn't chase, couldn't kick and taken off because you'd have said he'd never seen his feet before let alone kicked a ball with them.  He knew it, we knew it.  There was always going to be a nervous stage at the start of it all, he's a big bag of nervous energy at the best of times, it regularly transposed onto the football pitch last year but Thursday was painful.

When we sat down and talked the blog idea through I imagined a chance to share emotions, a sounding board and link for both dad (who is now restricted to the occasional clap on the sideline) and lad to think things through and talk about everything on a Sunday night.  But on Thursday I couldn't pull myself to write anything or talk to him about it, I was gutted and felt I'd let me boy down somewhere.  

We knew it would be a tough few months, it's certainly a big step up when all the boys in the teams are strong, hungry and where you're probably one of the weaker teams.

Today however there was hope, positives where there were non.