Hearing football banter roaring through the house, I had one instruction.
‘Can you two go down the pub?’ I chuckled to my husband Colin, then 62, and son Matthew, now 26.
At times, it would drive me and my daughter Ellen, now 34, mad.
Especially as Colin was a diehard Evertonian.
After meeting Colin back in 1981 at a disco, when he was a footie player back then himself, it was something that became a huge part of my life.
And tying the knot on 4 August 1984, welcoming the kids into the world not long after, it was no surprise that the kids liked footie, too.
Working as both a ref and a linesman on the side, travelling around the country for games every week, Colin loved to be on the pitch.
He lived and breathed all things football.
Only, as the kids flew the nest,
