A and his school played in a hockey tournament in the London Youth Games this morning. They've never played an actual match before. They've only practised twice. They lost all but one of their games and didn't score a single goal.
And I couldn't help but be incredibly proud of them. Despite all the losing they kept cheerful and kept trying. They didn't turn on each other and they didn't get sulky.
The teachers were brilliant too. They managed to scrounge all the kit, kept them organised and motivated. It was one of those days when sport made sense.