When you're a Dad, you rarely get a better phone call than this.
No.2 son: "Just wanted to tell you about the game".
Me: "Great, how did it go? Where did you play?".
No.2 son: "[The Manager] asked me to play as the holding midfielder and make smart passes to set things going."
Me: "How did that go?"
No.2 son: "I think I played really well and we won 10-3."
Why does this feel infinitely better than playing in a game and winning 10-3 yourself?
[posted with ecto]