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The day my mum was a hero

Most football supporters remember their first match and in a week when London’s black cabbies have been celebrating TFL’s Uber ban, I wanted to share one of my fondest childhood memories.

October 2, 2017 08:31
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Aged 11, I was all set to attend my first professional game — Arsenal versus Liverpool at Highbury — together with an Israeli schoolfriend from Mathilda Marks-Kennedy School, then in Child’s Hill, and his father.

I hardly slept the previous night and was oozing with excitement on the morning of the match when the phone rang at about 10am. “I’m really sorry but we’re unable to go as Ilad is poorly,” his dad told my mum in badly broken English.

I was devastated, my dreams crushed. My amazing mum was having none of it as the tears started running down my face.  “Right, get ready, I’m taking you to the game,” she cried.

Before you knew it we were in the back of a London taxi Arsenal bound. The driver was a real life-saver in my eyes and dropped us right outside the ground. We arrived just in time to see Liverpool get off the team bus. Now brimming with excitement, I remember being immersed by the pre-match atmosphere and it was here I purchased my first football scarf.