Sitting on the sofa, the telly lit up as the footie players dribbled across the screen.
Only, it wasn’t a live match that me, my son Harry-Lee, seven, and my daughter Zofia, then six, were watching.
Instead, with his PlayStation controller in hand, Harry-Lee was the man of the match.
‘Come on!’ he yelled.
Playing FIFA was Harry-Lee’s favourite hobby – unless he was watching Liverpool FC.
Although he’d never seen a live match, I promised he’d get to see Mohamed Salah – his favourite player – one day.
‘Mum, I want to be a pro footballer,’ Harry-Lee told me.
He loved kicking a ball about with Zofia in the garden.
Only, I didn’t let him join his school’s footie team.
As when he was four years old, Harry-Lee was diagnosed with asthma – just like me.
From then on, Harry-Leetook a tablet before bed to stop his airways narrowing.
