My younger son and his son are raving Gooners, and this season have finally admitted that my following of West Ham is no longer the action of a demented fool.
However, a couple of years ago my kid invited me to join him and my grandson at The Emirates to watch AFC v WHU, the loser buying dinner at a restaurant of the winner’s choosing, a draw meaning that we go 50/50.
Arsenal won, 3 or 4-1 and when the Hammers goal went in I stood up and punched the air.
My kid pulled me back down and hissed, “What ARE you like, you silly old *******?”
My kid the bon viveur and gourmand, (the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree), opted for The Almeida, off Upper Street, where we were joined by my wife, my daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
It set me back just shy of £400, but WHU could lose every week if it meant that I could dine with my kid and his family.