Chapter III

So, ten years ago I was parked opposite the frozen football fields. No players, no ref, no Sarah. My heart was in my boots. My son looked up at me, “Don’t worry Dad, we will have another game next week.”
We drove off. How was I going to find out where she lived? Then I had an idea. We stopped at some lights not far from the school.
I turned to my boy and said, “You know that lad who plays in midfield, Rob is his name? (Sarah’s Son)” I was trying to sound casual.
“Yeah, the one with the fit Mum? They live over there.”
I looked down at him. I don’t know what shocked me more, the pure chance of her living so close to me, or the realisation that boys don’t stay boys for ever. He pointed to an ordinary looking semi detached on the other side of the road. I strained to get see the number. Cars beeped behind me as the lights changed. I had to drive away.
Now I knew where she lived. But how was I going to get to see her. I couldn’t just turn up on her doorstep like some kind of weirdo. I had to have an excuse. The excuse came in the form of midweek extra training.
All the boys had to meet at the community centre to report for training sessions. The manager wanted to instil some tactics into the team. I finished early and raced over to the ex’s. She seemed more than happy to let me save her the job of taking him to training.
A traffic jam meant we were late and Rob and the rest of the boys were already there. The car park was empty. I sat and waited. When training was nearly over, the car park began to fill once more. I looked up to see if her car was in amongst the other parent’s motors. It wasn’t . Then my lad appeared with another boy at the window.
“Dad, can we give Rob a lift home? He doesn’t live far.”
“Er, yeah sure.”
My heart was in my mouth as the front door swung open. Sarah did a double take when she saw me standing there with the two boys.
“Oh Hello.”
“Hello. I gave Rob a lift back.”
“Thanks.”
“it’s ok.”
We stood there grinning like a pair of idiots. Rob had walked inside and my lad was leaning against the frame of the door rolling his eyes. I didn’t want to leave. But I had to. Sarah then said something that made my heart soar.
“Listen, it’s silly us all driving there and back, we could do with a rota. Look do you want my number and we can sort out lifts?”
I patted my jacket, desperately looking for pen and paper. I shrugged and apologised.
“You could always, just put the number in your phone?”
I half laughed. What a dork.
I went home and started getting my stuff together for work the next day. Me and Sarah (or Sarah and I) finally stopped texting each other at one o’clock that night.

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