I do remember the time when Paul and I, aged around 9 & 10, were happily playing football in the back garden one summers day whilst Dad was attempting some gardening. As usual the ball was going all over the garden to Dad’s growing annoyance. He was digging over the flower beds with a fork and we pushed him a bit too far. Before we knew it the ball ended up bumping into him and he turned and put the fork through the ball. We certainly knew how to press his buttons.