I was really hoping my youngest would be able to keep me, in my declining years, in the style to which I intend to become accustomed with his footie prowess leading to Beckham-like expertise and vast wealth.
After today's performance on the soccer pitch, however, sadly I have to face the evidence that, aged 5 1/2, he does not and will never bend it like the master. My little 'pre-debutant', too young even for a football licence was down on the local all-weather pitch playing in a friendly tournament. He was actually playing with others in his footie club, but the older, licenced boys were playing against the Vendargues team.
They played three matches in just over an hour and a half and my son's side won two, lost one, so no complaints there. He was, unfortunately, hampered by his tibia pads so we took them off, whereupon he was put into goal where tibia pads are not so much an essential piece of leg protection (at that age!). When he was next liberated onto the field, he did run around more comfortably, but has a tendency to kick and leave the ball; he doesn't follow it up the field to pass or try to score, and just seems to be perpetually perplexed.
Hence my acceptance of the fact that his vocation is unlikely to be footie. To be honest, given your typical footie player and those WAGs, I'm not overly worried, and am probably quite relieved. I wouldn't like him to live 'Footballers' Wives'...
I doubt he'll make millions in music either although he does seem to be something of a purist. Since the digital piano was delivered, he has taken to playing the magnificent, old, out-of-tune original piano which, before, he never touched, but from the moment the other arrived, started tinkling away on its ivories (literally...). It's not like he's rejected the modern electronic one, but he has a definite preference for the classic piano.
He's been trying to play his favourite song of the moment, 'Au clair de la lune, j'ai peté dans l'eau...' (boy=toilet humour). I helped him with the first phrase; 3 notes. I took his finger and played the melody as far as 'mon ami Pierrot'. Could he get the hang of it by himself? Nope. We tried again, and again, to no avail.
Hence my acceptance of the fact that he is obviously not a musical genius either, although that does not necessarily exclude him from becoming a famous pop star...
On the other hand, he is getting enormous enjoyment out of both playing footie and the piano, and I'll just have to look to other solutions for my little retirement comforts.