As a mother, there are moments in life when you feel immensely proud of the children you’ve raised. I can vividly remember standing on the sidelines of Holywell Town Football Club in September 2017, with my partner, Mike, then 33, my scarf wrapped around my neck. My eldest, Liam, 18, got hold of the ball, dribbling it up the wing of the pitch. When he scored, I felt that rush of pride. That was my son! He was mine.
‘I fell to my knees, unable to take the pain’
As a mum to four boys, it seemed my whole life was dedicated to watching Liam and his brothers, Jack, then 16, Max, 10, and Jace, five, play football
