Apparently this is the smallest size made for our future stars and the seamstress in me had to be restrained from whipping it off him and taking around half a metre from the bottom and machine in the sides several hundred centimetres. At least there's plenty of room to grow.
To keep the little ones from freezing to death pre-game, kicking practice was encouraged.
You had to admire our boy's style.
Ah youth - look at that energy.
Half time meant lashings of water melon and oranges.
|Photo: Mr Fudge|
The enthusiasm waned a little during the second half and there was time to dream of being a Roman Emperor.
Or make the Letter T.
Eventually it ended and the team got together to discuss the most important part of the game ...