I will be telling my son that we have to be professional just like our team. That means a footballers breakfast.
I imagine it could be Poached Eggs or Kedgeree with wholemeal toast followed by a fruit salad or something like that. I will convince him that is the only way forward.
In all honesty it is going to be a couple of Hotdogs each with lashings of fried onions.
I really thought my missus would get up early and send the men in her life off with a massive full english brekkie inside us. You cannot expect an army to march on an empty stomach.
Her words were, " please don't wake me when you go out". Self self self.
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Right, thanks for the tip Waldo