Rubbing my hands to keep them from going numb from the cold, I shifted from one foot to the other.
‘Go on, son!’ I cheered from the sidelines, as Liam, 18, zipped in and got hold of the ball.
As he dribbled it up the pitch, getting closer and closer to the goal, I felt the tension rise.
And with one mighty kick, he smashed it straight into the back of the net.
Cheering and whooping along with my partner Mike, then 33, as we watched Liam play at Holywell Town Football Club in September 2017, I felt so proud.
That’s my son, I thought, my heart ready to burst.
As a mum of four boys, I felt like I spent my whole life standing on the sidelines at football matches.
Liam and his brothers Jack, then 16, Max, 10, and Jace, five, were all footie mad.
And itagain, and Mike and I were expecting yet another boy!
