ON THE BALL

Wrapped up warm against the blustery wind, I rubbed my hands together.

‘Go on, Louis!’ I shouted from the sidelines of the pitch. ‘You can do it!’

When he scored a goal, my husband Jason, 50, and I both cheered loudly.

Watching him slide around on his knees in an enthusiastic celebration, I smiled proudly.

I loved seeing my boy doing well and having fun.

When he was a baby, I’d wondered if he’d be able to do ‘normal’ things like his older siblings Hannah, now 22, and Nathan, 18.

Because Louis was diagnosed with Down’s syndrome when he was just a few weeks old.

It was a huge shock.

While I was pregnant, I’d never been offered a test for Down’s syndrome. I knew there