My Mrs

Football. Myah. She doesn’t really get it but suffers my obsession patiently. So before I start my World Cup odyssey I need to thank this beautiful, wonderful woman for letting me go. I know she’d rather I not. But she hasn’t said anything. Although I’m fluent in her body language! Thank you sweetheart

She never really understands fandom’s quirky ways. Once, she bought my boy an England strip. She thought I’d be ok with it ‘cos it said Rooney on the back.

I wasn’t! I threw it in the trash – seriously. But months later, I found it stuffed in a drawer. I threatened to burn it. I haven’t seen it since. But I have a sneaky feeling it’s still somewhere in the house!

In some ways she’s kind of like Mrs Doyle….

But: thanks darling for putting up with this nonsense. See you soon xxx