The 4 year old went to his 3rd ever football class today. He spent the first 35 odd minutes completely ignoring the instructor, spinning in circles, not getting involved and generally either standing still or moving at a snails pace. At this point he suddenly got the ball, dribbled about 3/4 of the little pitch and smashed the ball past the keeper into the back of the net and looked really proud of himself. His little face lit up when he looked over to me and I cheered him on and told him how well he'd done.