Man of the Match

My lovely grandson leaving the field of play. He loves playing rugby but is the
first to admit he is not the best player in the team and too often spends the
second half on the bench having been substituted. This never diminishes his
appetite for being out there on a cold and frosty morning or running up and down
in training each Tuesday evenings in all weathers, so it was with great joy that
we heard he had been named 'Man of the Match' after playing a local derby last week.
It might be a very small thing seeing as he only plays in the 13/14 years old boys
team but what a difference a small thing can make in our life - he had a really
good week in school getting house points where none were expected and by the
end of the week found himself named for the school team; it took a lot to wipe
a smile from his face. From little acorns.........................etc.,