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Touchline Dad

Touchline Dad

TOUCHLINE Dad is written by Peter Harvey, a newspaper editor with Trinity Mirror Merseyside. Father-of-three Peter, 39, worked as a writer for the Liverpool Echo during the 1990s and is the former editor of the Crosby Herald and Bootle Times newspapers (2001-2006). He is currently editor of the Advertiser Series in West Lancashire. Touchline Dad is a lifelong Liverpool fan.

Our Jack...

Jack with his first Man of the Match award

JACK Harvey is seven, going on seventy-seven. He's a dependable, no-nonsense defender for Marine FC's U7s playing in the Bootle and Netherton Junior Football League in north Liverpool. Jack played for Crosby Stuart U7s in 2006/7, helping them win every league game. He is being encouraged to appreciate both Liverpool AND Everton...for now at least.

The Gaffer

The Gaffer

THE Gaffer is a true Blue. Although she's now swapped her Gwladys Street season ticket for looking after three children on a Saturday afternoon, she still gets steamed up thinking about Graeme Sharp in his skimpy shorts.

Not forgeting...

Emily

EMILY is five and has no interest in football. Her kicks come from Barbie girls and make-up, bangles and beads. Oh, and shoes. She changes them at least five times a day. Dabbles with ballet and swimming. Cross her at your peril.

And finally...

Paddy

PADDY inherited a mini Everton kit from Sam down the road. No doubt 'Pads' will also get Jack's pass-me-downs, so that will narrow his allegiance to Real Madrid, Juventus, Republic of Ireland, England, Everton and Liverpool. Loves pirates, yoghurts and Josie Jump. He's got the second worst temper in the North West...

Marine AFC

FORMED in 1894 and based in Crosby, north Mersyside. The first team plays in the Northern Premier League and were champions in 1994 and 1995. 220.jpgThey had a famous FA Cup run in the early 1990s, eventually being knocked out by Crewe 3-1 in the 3rd round. Roly Howard was manager for a record 33 years (1972-2005), although he will always be remembered by some fans as Kenny Dalglish's window cleaner. TV presenter Ray Stubbs once asked: "How's business, Roly?" to which Roly replied "Oh you know - ups and downs."

Snapshots

Jack and his Marine U7 teammates
Jack, Carra, Emily, Touchline Dad and the European Cup
Jack, Emily and Paddy
Jack at Goodison Park, 2007
Jack at Anfield, 2007
Jack (stripes) in action for Crosby Stuart
Jack's former team Crosby Stuart U7s

Crosby Stuart

THIS was Jack's first club. It was formed in the early 1970s in north Liverpool and is now one of the biggest and most successful junior football clubs in the North West. Crosby StuartFormer players include Michael Ball (Everton and Rangers) and Stephen Wright (Liverpool and Sunderland). The club motto is 'To Enjoy, Not Destroy.'

Football Crazy

"JACK stood before me in his Buzz Lightyear pyjamas, hands on hips. I kicked him hard in the shins. Instead of falling to the carpet and rolling in agony, he laughed. 'Do it again, Dad. Do it again. We’ll trick Mum.' I didn’t fancy chancing our comedy double act with The Gaffer, so instead Jack clambered into bed still wearing his new 'shinnies.' 'Maybe tomorrow, eh dad?' he asked as he closed his eyes to see his Premier League heroes greet him."

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Keep Your Knickers On, Mrs Drogba

Posted by Peter Harvey on February 7, 2007 10:14 PM | 

FOOTBALL fans can be sensitive souls.


They can hurl the most foul, racist, hurtful verbal slurry at a player for the best part of 90 minutes, then scamper off to the local rozzer to bleat when they get a flash of backside or a two-fingered salute in return.


The cops are obliged to investigate such a complaint which, I guess, is usually the motive behind the scam.


It can lead to eye-catching headlines.


BREAKING NEWS: Police are investigating allegations that Premiership star Wayne Rooney curled his lip and belched Lucozade Sport gas at 20,000 spitting, drunken, poisonous, hate-filled, chewing gum-lobbing yobs...

I myself am not perfect. No. Lee Bowyer copped an earful at Elland Road once and I gave that cocky cockney Frank Lampard something to think about after he dared to prean himself in my midst.


And, I have been known to let my usual high standards slip at home, allowing the odd expletive to pop out in front of our Jack.


As I stand in front of the TV action replay expressing my view to the referee, The Gaffer usually steps in with calming words such as 'Ignore your dad, Jack. He's a very naughty boy' or 'He's just showing off.'


Bring Me Sunshine


Alternatively, she'll put her hands over Jack's ears and sing 'Bring Me Sunshine' while leading him out of the room.


So far we've had no problems with Jack swearing (although like all little boys he's obsessed with toilets, their contents and associated matters).


The nearest to a football expletive came the other day while he was watching Chelsea on telly. The target of his frustration was striker Didier Drogba, who has picked up a reputation as a diving cheat, although since he has stopped falling over so much he's developed into a top class player.


Jamie Carragher keeps Mrs Drogba in his pocket


After being felled by the turbulence from a passing bus on Carnaby Street (it's the only road I know in Chelsea), Jack shouted: 'Drogba, you big girl!'


I think he must have heard The Gaffer say it.


I thought I'd better have a little chat. Father and son. Arm round the shoulder. Even though he was spot on. There's a lot of hypocrisy in fatherhood and, I suspect, as our kids hit their teens it will reach fever pitch.


Our short talk was along the lines of cheering your own team and not saying nasty things about the opposition.


He asked if it was OK to call him Mrs Drogba or was that insulting too? I said that was fine.

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