You know our little drama queen, the minor who loves to be the center of attention and who just turned eight?

He, even if he knows how to get his older brother in trouble by forcing the big crock tears to his cheeks, is also a fighter. I have witnessed it on the pitch several times. Latest today.

No wins today, but as always he fought, to the bitter end, never wanting to loose that ball. And the look he gave when the opponents scored their third goal… I got both got surprised and scared at the same time.

Big bro was forced to join today. He hates fotball (his words) but had fun enough to laugh at times.