My youngest son was invited to join Coney Hawks (one of Coney Hall's mini-league teams) towards the end of last season. I think they may have been looking for a goalkeeper and Daniel had obviously shown the coach's son real aptitude for this in the infant school playground. But by the time we had got ourselves together and taken him along for a training session, another lad had been bought a pair of goalie gloves and had ably taken on the between the sticks mantle.
The club is five minutes away in the car. I would tell you how long it takes to walk it but as it's five minutes in the car, we haven't found out yet. Sorry, heart. It's a cute place with a family-run feel about it. I have no evidence to back this up whatsoever, aside from a little food hatch, where a lovely woman sells weak coffee to parents and e-number-packed sweets and drinks to the boys. (I haven't seen any girls playing for any of the teams yet but I will be monitoring this situation and let you know my findings). Anyway, having taken my eldest son Ben to numerous clubs in the North Kent area and not particularly warmed to any of them, this one felt different. What's that you say? Oh yes, yes, it does have a bar.
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