Time to rethink the link

He had the ability to play the beautiful game professionally but not the temperament; he was too worried he would hurt opponents as he commanded the midfield. He loves food. And now he finds himself on the verge of the rest of his life. Last night my son, the man, and I wolfed down Turkish food and sipped cold beer.

“I want to buy you something, a wee present to mark this day…”

He chomped on a lamb chop and pondered. He was never the sort of kid to ask for stuff.

My son sipped some beer and responded.

“I was thinking getting a new tattoo…”

Some years back, no doubt as part of some mid-life crisis, I flirted with the notion of inking my skin. I ran it by my ex-wife. I told her that I was thinking of getting the kids’ names and dates of birth tattooed on me, somewhere subtle.

”Why?” She asked. of