There was a match yesterday for the Under-9 A and B Teams. There was some confusion as some boys got the consent forms, but others didn't.
Son was not selected to play. He's in Football 'C' Team, and assumes that he is also 'C' in Hockey. The 'A' Team are mainly boys in the Form above him and a few really good younger boys. The 'C' Team are mainly boys from son's Form with a few Form II boys who are clearly not that great on the sports field.
Coming home from school yesterday son didn't seem at all disappointed that he was not chosen to play. It was a 'Home' match, but they were playing at grounds a short drive from 'Home'.
"Well," I said, "If you were not ill last Monday, you might have been selected to play today." It appeared that they played hockey the first time that Monday.
"But," I continued, "If you were playing hockey today, I would have had to rush you back to school for orchestra rehearsal. Or you might have to miss it altogether. So it worked out well."
A bit of excitement for us to know how he fared with a whole orchestra rehearsal.
At sectional practice he sits directly in front of the conductor. At whole rehearsals he is right at the back.
"Did it go OK?"
"But the second violins were rubbish."
There is only one other clarinet player, a Form VI boy, who'd leave the school at the end of the school year.
"Well, I'm really looking forward to playing first clarinet for the London Philharmonic Orchestra or something like that."
Perhaps not, I thought, but come next year, he'd be the most senior clarinettist in the orchestra, and he'd still only be eight.
What's the hurry?