When it comes to sports, my sons are always going to be pulled in 2 directions.
I’m from Newcastle, home of the Toon Army. Newcastle United. The magpies.
When Brodie was a baby, my brother didn’t waste any time, trying to recruit him to support the men in black and white.
Uncle David even bought him a membership to the Junior Magpies club, for his first birthday, along with his very own strip.
But Mr G is from Wigan. A rugby league town. Land of the Warriors.
His family have nothing to do with football. Their colours are red and white. Brodieâ€™s Godfather bought him a baby-sized Wigan rugby kit as a christening gift.
So you can imagine how much Brodie and Blake need to dress the part, when we’re visiting family on either side.
Thankfully, the replica kits at JD Sports include both football and rugby.
But truly, weâ€™re relaxed about whatever sports the boys choose â€“ if any.
When they were old enough, we enrolled them into Enjoy a Ball – a general ball skills class so they could decide for themselves.
So far, it’s 1-0 to Mr G’s family, as my eldest has gravitated towards rugby. Now almost 7, he’s always preferred to pick up a ball and run with it.
Of course, we’re in Scotland, so rugby union is the trend. But as long as it’s an egg-shaped ball, his Dad is happy.
So my family’s last hope rests on four-year-old Blake.
Who knows if he’ll be the next Kevin Keegan or Alan Shearer?
At the minute, his main interest seems to be…. cake.