Jersey B Team Blog

First of all, it goes without saying that this tour was Butlerless due to him still being in the infancy of becoming a new Papa and he was very missed – as he has been for the past couple of months.

Also, it’s worth introducing you to a couple of key characters; Wixey – also known by me as Gramps. Stepping in for Butler. Coach for the B Team from 2010-2023. Came with us to the London Tour and wasn’t put off.

Foran Snr – also known by me as Grumps. Stepping in for Wixey….as someone who can actually drive a Minibus without crashing it. Driver for us since said crash many moons ago.

Foran Jnr – also known as Romeo. Foran Snr’s Grandson who has accompanied us to Jersey every year since he was four (bar Covid years). Brilliant added member of the team.

Saturday

The start of Tour begins with the parents looking sad at the thought of not having their beloveds around them for a week.  The boys, for the same reason are looking beyond joyous. The coach journey begins with all the rabble, and I include Owen & Beardsell in that, piled into the back half of the bus.

All the boys partake in Super6 predictions with some questionable decisions being made (no, I’m not talking about the Team Selection Day last July). Results in tomorrow’s writings.

Jones and Ball are placed behind Wixey and myself. Jones has grunted 352 times by the time we reach the toilet stop, but just in front is Ball with 361 frowns.

At the Airport and going through Security, the workers notice the dodgiest looking people and therefore carry out their checks on the following; Asare, Colley, Howell & Horsford have full on checks, whereas Parker, Ball & Durrans have to have their feet monitored. The machine all of a sudden has a strange smell. I’m sure the two things aren’t connected.

The intelligence of the A Team showed when going to the seating area. The Bs saw a gap and took the shortest route. Like the turtles in Finding Nemo, The A team collectively follow each other round the long and winding road of barriers adding 546 steps to their count.

On the Airplane, in the middle of a ‘members of the public sandwich’ are Howells & Horsford. The public are warned to be prepared for a dodgy 50mins. Hales and Holmes have to suffer with their first ever flight sat by to me. Nerves were increased when, on the runway, only one propeller is working while getting ready for take-off. Probably not helped by me saying that, “the plane will just fly at an axis and we’ll probably be ok!” Relief floods the cabin when the other propeller starts turning. A safe flight had in the end.

Coming into Jersey, a few Islands are seen to the left of the plane. Durrans asks if the small Island is Ireland. I quickly message Mr Cook to slam his Geography lessons.

Lunch is quickly eaten with Ball and Hales dropping points at the first hurdle. Colley tastes his peas and says, “These are nice – I have never had nice peas before!” Sorry Carly.

Rooms were allocated with the following duos; Hales & Boyd, Horsford & Parker, Asare & Jones and Ball & Howell. Colley, Durrans & Drew make up the one treble (or trouble) room.

The afternoon activity is to the Beach. Colley drops the first Attitude point for forgetting his Towel despite being reminded what to bring three times.

On route, Foran Snr sits behind apparent traffic until realising that he’s just sat behind parked cars. We all worry about our driver for the week.

Football on the beach goes well with no-one taking each other out. Asare’s gangly legs were difficult to get past and Hales & Parker were whizzing past everyone. Some of the quick simple football was good to watch. Let’s hope that’s not the best football they play this week (it wasn’t!).

All of the boys venture into the water with some lasting longer than others before coming back to bury a few in the sand. Boyd leads the way getting sand kicked in the face, followed by Jones and Howell. To be rude, the boys put a stick where Howell’s middle region was, which Jones replaced with a phallic looking rock….or so we thought. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a hardened piece of Dog poo, but Jones gave no cares that he’d picked this up. Wixey and I look concerned.

Colley is convinced there is a meatball on the beach and Boyd convinced he has found a ball of Gold. Both turn out to be plain rocks and again the Coaches think it’s going to be a long week. 

Back to the hotel for a shower and tea….not at the same time. No-one drops any points at tea this time, but Horsford and Asare have their second plate of Pasta Bolognese of the day.

Diaries completed and Room checks done show that both were not to the high standards expected from this team.

Horsford gets a 9 for Attitude after being very lovely with some members of the public and helping one of our own when they weren’t well.

On a random positive, one of the workers at the Hotel was telling us of his retirement and age of 73 and was guessing that Coach Wixey was the same age. Wixey was not amused. This was made even worse (or better) by the fact that the same man guessed that I was 31. It made my day.

Sunday

The reprobates of Room 116, in particular, Durrans, wake me up at 7am to ask me what they should wear to breakfast. They’ve only had two tours before to know that “kit” is always the answer.

Colley loses a point at breakfast for taking 4.3 hours to finish his food.

The game against Jersey went well for the majority. Goals from Parker, Horsford, Drew x2 and Durrans made the scoreline look flattering, but some brilliant football was played – especially in the first half. A strange moment, where keeper Howell (who turned up to the game without his gloves), obviously didn’t turn up with his head on after he decided to pick up a blatant back-pass after not concentrating, but rather watching a fun penalty-shootout on the next pitch. Luckily, the 5-yard free-kick led to nothing.

At lunch, nobody drops points this time and Durrans doesn’t like the chocolate ice cream as it’s, “too chocolatey!”

As a side note, it is noticed that Boyd hasn’t forgotten anything yet for trips out or for the match. Hales must be a good influence, but the Coaches decide to keep an eye on it just incase Goldfish Boyd turns back up.

Rock Climbing at Corbierre Lighthouse is the adventure of the day. We looked liked we’d give The Gladiators a run for their money up the Wall….well, most of us did. Grandad Wixey had to stop after 5mins due his knee operation recently (good excuse, I suppose) and Asare, Ball, Hales & Foran Jnr were often up the rear playing catch up. Speaking of rears, the wind at times was bad enough, but everyone was caught off guard when Jones jumped off a rock and upon landing forced a big ripper out from his. He held his face in shame. Parker, Drew and Howell were climbers of the day – often having to be told to stay behind myself, but wanting to whizz off away. Boyd however, managed to do all the climbing fine, yet trips over the same bit of shallow curb….twice!! Maybe Goldfish Boyd hasn’t come to Jersey, but Klutz Boyd has.

Another Ice Cream stop at St Ouen before going to the Sports Bar to watch Newcastle Vs Mank Utd. Drew tries on some Lipstick that has been found and when he gets it all around his mouth, quips that his Mum won’t let him wear it again after making such a mess of it! I worry about how often he’s wearing lipstick anyway (and that’s coming from me!)

The boys forwent the football in the second half for a game of Spin the Can (alternative to bottle, of course). Some strange dares were given out, but most consisted of standing up in front of people and shouting random rubbish. Even the ‘quiet ones’ piped up, which was lovely to see and lots of laughter and smiles (that’s not just at Mank Utd).

Back to the hotel for food with Ball dropping another point – trying Omelette and eating a few mouthfuls before conceding. Hales pushes through with the big plate of Roast Beef – much to Colley’s annoyance when he doesn’t lose a point.

Stupidly, we had told the boys earlier in the day that they could go to the shops in the evening to get some treats and by the time this came, the boys were already loud. At the same time of questioning our sanity, we allowed them to persist – with a £5 limit. Howell literally spends £5 to the penny (shock!) while Hales comes in at an impressive £2.20.

Diaries calm everyone down, but lots of questions about ‘what did we do today again?’ make Wixey pull out a clump of hair in frustration ….and he doesn’t have much as it is.

Drew gets the first 9 for Diary of the tour and Jones gets 9 for Attitude after being fantastic company all day, coming out of his shell lots.

Monday

Wake up call was much nicer to me after the boys left me until the appropriate time. A pattern is starting to emerge of Drew, Colley & Durrans and Hales & Boyd are up and dressed for wake up call. Ball & Howell and Jones & Asare are still in bed looking dishevelled and Parker and Horsford are somewhere in between – looking a bit dazed, but partly dressed.

Ball drops two more points at Breakfast.

A new minibus for the morning was needed after Foran Snr left the hazards on all night, draining the battery. Apparently, he heard the alarm going off in the night, but couldn’t be bothered to sort it. Luckily, the Janitor came to the rescue with his wire-thingies that help charge batteries.

The game against St Albans sees the boys earn their second win in two days. It was what I would call an untidy win, but goals for Boyd, Hales & Durrans helped in a 3-1 win. The effort from the boys was faultless again – even if the football could’ve been slightly more clinical.

After the game, pile-ons seemed to be in force, with lots of squeals being heard across the FBs. Boyd, showing his ditziness again get tackled by a stationary bag….twice.

Dinner went by with very little drama – although Boyd spills his third drink in two days. Zero points lost by anybody.

Finally, gaining our bus back, the decision was made to visit Plemont, which was actually the plan for the day before. However, Foran took a wrong turn and we improvised. To carry on his mare or a day, he stalls the bus before we’ve left the car park.

All boys ventured into the sea again, Colley was the most apprehensive, but Drew, Durrans & Asare are bravest and Howell gets scared by a fake shark.

Attitude points were gained if people could hack standing under a Cave Waterfall for more than 30 seconds. Brave this time, Colley led the way, followed by all bar Jones, Asare & Horsford. Members of the public were alarmed when they could hear primal screams coming from the cave. All was understood when they saw these monkeys reappearing shaking and complaining of brain freeze….well, those who have brains anyway.

Durrans, Howell & Ball decide to get changed in the open, which becomes more worrying when a Drone is flying overhead. The screams of the boys notify anyone that wasn’t already looking to look and the owners of said drone are seen laughing, but I’m sure the two things aren’t connected.

Further rock-edges were explored by most. Ball who has forgotten his trainers and Asare, still suffering from onset Hypothermia, join Wixey and Foran Snr for a Hot Chocolate. Asare learns that if you stir a Hot drink clockwise then it heats it up, but to cool it, you turn the spoon anti-clockwise. Wixey just sniggers at his own childishness.

Back to the Hotel Pool, which was a challenge set to the boys and meant to be colder than the sea. Hales & Asare chose not to go in, but everyone else leapt in together and most quickly panicked their way back out…..but then went back in…..and panicked their way back out …..but then went back in. Howell, Horsford & Jones like doing poses while jumping in, with the latter even doing a face flop in and quickly regretting it. The boys lasted just under 15mins. Some say a good feat and others hang their heads in embarrassment.

At tea, no-one loses points again and Boyd manages to not spill a drink. Praise be!

Diaries completed to a reasonable standard, room checks were back to a decent standard, but Ball & Howell and Parker & Horsford gain perfect 10s. Durrans gives me permission to check out certain parts of his room – like the Bathroom and certain drawers – like I needed permission anyway.
Tiredness clearly starting to kick in, all the boys are asleep by 10pm, bar Room 116, who are being scared by a light that keeps coming on somehow in the bathroom – it’s not….its a light from the street that’s shining through their window (honestly!!).

Tuesday

Yesterday’s lack of a knock on my door was clearly a one-off. Hales knocks on my door to tell me that Boyd is being sick. Upon entering the lovely smell, Boyd has finished chundering and feeling better straight away. A quick wipe of the toilet seat reminds me that I’m probably going to be a parent in the coming year and need to get used to this. Hales stands outside until the coast is clear.

Nobody loses points at Breakfast and off we go to the game. ‘Gloucester struggling’ seemed to be the word of the football day. With the A Team narrowly losing to Jersey A, it was our turn against Newbury B. Let’s just say, if the game was being scored on ‘who wanted the ball more’, we would’ve lost quite comfortably. Luckily for us, quality just about got us over the line to win 2-1 and be the only team currently with a 100% record thus far. Special mention to Ball who, not only played very well for the whole game, but probably made one of the recovery runs and last ditch tackles of the season.

Quennevais Swimming Pool and members of the public there are hit hard when the riff-raff show up for some fun. Starting in the kids’ pool, keeping some ball in the air occupied the boys for a period of time until it was time to try and wrestle me down. Once again, the boys tried and the boys faltered. With 12 boys hanging off me at points, Parker, Jones and Drew are again constant battlers that keep coming for more – even after being dunked 374 times. Asare does try a different tactic by cutting the air off to my windpipe, but Goliath lived on this time.

Into the main pool, Asare nearly drowns when he decides to jump off the Diving Blocks, but not realising (apparently) that he was now in the Deep End. After bobbling his head up and down 3 or 4 times, he finally manages to shout, “Help!” and I have to jump in to save him – the plonker!

The A Team join for the last hour and battles of Water Polo/Wrestling ensue.

After swimming and back to hotel, I was interrupted due to a funny smell coming from Boyd & Hales’ room. We searched high and low and couldn’t figure it out until I said something about damp and the beach. The boys remembered they had collected some Seashells – except one was found with some horrible brown gunk in it, which when picked up, dribbled out all over my hand. This time, it was nearly me that was sick.

No-one loses points at tea and the boys are invited to watch a Coaches’ game at Jersey’s Springfield Stadium – much to dismay of Drew who would rather watch Villa Vs PSG apparently (rude!). Boyd lives upto his reputation now and falls backwards over the seats causing Wixey to want to distance himself from embarrassment.

In the strong winds, the boys were in fantastic voice both cheering and jeering me on – made even better when I tripped over the ball quite early on and chants of, “She fell over!” encouraged me to stop crying and get on with it. Luckily, a goal-line clearance from myself leading to a goal meant that I put myself back in the good books with the boys. As soon as the whistle goes, they run on the pitch to try and chase me, but can’t catch me…obvs!

Diaries completed to a good standard, Room checks see Room 116 & 120 finish with a perfect score and the others losing 2 marks each.

Wednesday

Morning has gone by without a glitch so far. No sick, no smells, no kid asking me questions they know the answers to. Bliss. Plus, no-one drops a point at Breakfast – meaning that eating rules have changed in the top two leagues and now nothing can be changed on their plates for future orders.

The match against St Albans was 5 weeks in the making. With performances lacking what we are fully capable of late, this performance was one of my favourites for a while. It had everything from the boys and the 1-0 win was thoroughly deserved. Every person did their job for the 50 minutes. Everyone was happy – even me…and I’m never fully happy!

aMaizin Maze was the afternoon’s destination for both the A&B Team. A park full of activities such as; a Toboggan Slide, Mini Golf, Go-Karts, Frisbee Challenges, Water Hose Fighting and yet £15 per person was paid to play football for a few hours (madness!). Challenges set to hit 2 targets in 3 shots were set. Howell does it quite quickly and everyone else tried and tried and tried and tried. Drew (who, if you didn’t know is somewhat competitive) had about 475 attempts and even said in a strop he “didn’t like this game!” yet had to continue trying – even after I told him the challenge had finished. Colley and Parker also had a good amount of attempts, but struggled to finish both challenges.

Ball gets frustrated after Parker soaks his nice top with water (after being told not to wear anything you mind getting wet or dirty).

At tea, the first eating points in the Premier League are dropped by Drew. Having to now eat a starter, he went for the pate which, and I quote, “tastes like rotten pig!”

Stupidly, the decision was made to allow another visit to Morrisons to stock up on sweets and Hubba Bubba’s stock rises like it did in the 90s after most of the boys indulge so that they could cham their way through diaries. A quick sprint back to the hotel due to a monsoon falling in the space of 5 minutes out of nowhere (well….the sky, obvs!) and the boys settle down for the writing part of the day.

The Diaries were again a very good read. Lots more personality coming through now – with Hales, Drew, Asare, Boyd & Jones all getting 9s and everyone else 8s.

At bed time, Boyd & Hales try the worst ever attempt at fake sleeping – smiling the whole time, Horsford just keeps stretching his newly tumble-dried socks because he can’t play if they’re not long apparently and Ball & Howell don’t drop a single point for Room for the fourth day running – showing some of the neatest folding of clothes seen from kids’ I’ve coached.

Thursday

It’s wake up time and Drew, Colley & Durrans are again frustrated that they’ve been awake for 5 hours and yet still have to wait another 25mins before we head down to breakfast. For the first time this week, Hales & Boyd are still asleep and haven’t been playing football since 5am and Jones & Asare have hardly said two words despite being awake for a while – they are not morning people, I am told.

The game against Hackney taught me that the boys’ energy could be described as Bipolar. Anyone watching the warm-up would’ve thought we’d get smashed. However, once that whistle went the boys were as ready as ever. Against a strong Hackney side, each and every boy stood up to their man and battled incredibly. A good finish from Horsford after great work from Boyd and Hales gave the boys a lead. A special mention goes to Jones for the game of his life. If I could have given an 11 out 10 for the first half, he’d have earned it. Drew also couldn’t have done any more than he did, linking up, tackling, running back, playing dangerous balls through – I was so proud of all of them.

Before going to Swimming, I check that the boys are packing properly – only to be met with Ball sat on the toilet (to put it nicely) getting rid of his lunch already with the door slightly ajar. Matsoner!

Sadly, upon turning up to the Waterpark, Aqua Splash, there had just been an accident and the pool was closed. Four lifeguards are seen saying, “Praise Be!” after seeing the rabble turn up. Straight on to shopping where JD Sports and Sports Direct are the main ports of call and people spend £17 on socks and buy shin pads that will cover their little finger. Costa has most of the boys buying something and Colley struggles with the size of a Frappuccino – which is normal sized for a normal sized human. Ball buys a bat and ball for the hour that we will visit the beach later that afternoon, but leaving him still with around £40 of his £50 to take home and, I’m sure, give back to his parents. Hales is a close second with £32 left. Boyd is the only one who has spent every hard earned pound of his Mother’s.

The St Ouen beach is the decided destination where a mixture of Football, Rounders & the remaining going into the sea again. With Rounders, there was some very questionable bowling by Colley, some very questionable catches by Drew and some questionable batting by Asare. Wixey and Foran show the boys how to play by looking like an in-prime Botham and Tufnell, but much much much much older.

At tea, Drew drops another eating point, but six still remain on full marks.

Diaries again are a good standard. Jones complains that his Rump Steak wasn’t in fact Rump Steak, but Beef! Worryingly, he’s one of the intelligent ones. No-one gets a 10 on room with 116 dropping 3 marks, but Horsford & Parker and Jones & Asare only dropping 1 point. Boyd & Hales stay consistent – dropping a couple of points and Ball & Howell end their 4-day consecutive perfect scores by dropping two points.

Friday

The morning wake up call is not me being disturbed, but me disturbing everyone else. It’s normal wake up time, but everyone single person is still in bed. Worryingly, I think most were still asleep until half time of today’s game.

No eating points are dropped at breakfast and fewer boys are having the cooked option – instead opting for simple cereals.

The game against Jersey A saw the boys have a dreadfully sleepy first half. Thank the Lord himself Jones and Howell were playing and kept the score down to 1-0. A much better display in the second half saw us go 2-0 down, but an inspired substitution (not copied by Amorin), putting Asare upfront allowed for a hoof upfield by Howell and Asare to run through and slot in. Jersey grab a third, but with 10 minutes to go, a Ball free kick from just past the halfway line goes in to make it 3-2 and a carbon copy of the first goal allows for Asare to bag a brace. The scenes as the third went in were epic as we held on for the final minutes to claim the draw and become the second ever B Team to go unbeaten in Jersey, but the first ever B Team to ‘unofficially’ win Jersey Festival. The boys should be incredibly proud. I am.

As the weather hammers down and the bitter cold has us shaking, Horsford’s Dad buys the boys an Ice Cream – their 47th of the week. Decisions were made to go back to the hotel early, eat and then go to The Cinema to watch the Minecraft Movie. The boys were superbly behaved and stocked up on Popcorn, Sweets and Drinks to eat in between the two course meal they’d just eaten and the three course meal they’ll have that evening.

10 minutes into the film, a few loud snoring sounds come from my left. A quick nudge to Wixey wakes him before having to do it again 15 minutes later. I don’t know why a 73-year old man wouldn’t be interested in Minecraft, but hey ho. Hales, Boyd & Horsford disturb other members of the public of their row by needing the loo, but that’s better than I thought it would be.

Back to the hotel to pack the bags ready for tomorrow. Drew & Colley come out to ask about 73 questions ranging of ‘how do I pack’ to even some about the King and Queen of Jersey coming for tea tonight. Colley & Durrans get told they have to write a speech for the Gala Dinner (which they don’t), so get started on that.

The noises coming out of Room 118 sound like a rat is being suffocated, but apparently it’s just Parker being tickled by Horsford. Howell asks me for the 9th time ‘How long do they have left?’ It’s any wonder I don’t look like Wixey and have very hair left at this point.

A Quiz to kill an hour sees the teams of Colley, Durrans & Jones Vs Drew, Howell, Ball & Asare Vs Horsford, Parker, Boyd & Hales. The boys discussing their answers were about as quiet as elephants trampling around on a Dancefloor at a Discotheque while Banshees scream on in support. The gracious winners were Horsford et al.

The Gala Dinner took place with all the teams participating at the festival, including Jersey, plus the referees and organisers for some speeches, presentations and lots of chatter. To finish the meal, six boys were still on full Eating points, so out comes the very stinky, wretch-worthy Blue Cheese to eat. The only one to faulter was Howell, although I thought Parker was not going to cope at one point. This meant that the other five finish with perfect scores even though Horsford nearly lost a point for going to the toilet to be sick. He wasn’t sick, so saved himself.

Brilliant speeches were read out by Durrans & Colley in front of both A & B Teams. Once Colley had learned that there was no need to do a speech and also the fact that Jersey obviously doesn’t have a King & Queen of their own that was at the meal tonight, he wasn’t happy at all.

Saturday

An early wake-up call, sees most of the boys still in bed. Upon, giving the boys back their wallets, Boyd’s wasn’t in there and he has somehow lost it at the cinema yesterday. Jones is watching TV in just his pyjama shorts when he has 3 minutes to be out of his room and suffers the consequences when he loses two points for his room not being as tidy as others and for Asare leaving a comb behind. Boyd & Hales along with Howell & Ball gain maximum points for clean and tidy rooms. Colley, Durrans & Colley lose a point for not opening their curtains and Horsford & Parker lose a point for not making their beds.

At breakfast, it’s a great time to thank Isaac (and his team), the waiter who has looked after us at every meal this week. Chants of “We love you Isaac, we do!” are heard – much to the displeasure of the hotel guests still sleeping.

The Airport check-in picks out the dodgy looking people again; Boyd, Drew & Parker were the obvious choices. Ball, clearly listened to the ‘no toiletries in your hand luggage’ by putting toiletries in his hand luggage – losing his hair ‘stuff’, but “it don’t matta cause I got plenty at home ainnit!”

Landing safelyish back in Southampton, Howell‘s suitcase didn’t make an appearance for some time leaving him on his own looking quite concerned. The workers must have kept it behind after seeing the mountain of snacks that have come home with him. Good news though, it appeared – just later than planned.

On the bus home, I’m sadly sat by Drew, Ball & Asare. Bob asks Asare if Jersey was everything he’d hoped for, to which the reply was, “ummm, it was alright!” When asked to divulge why it was only alright, we were told that he was disappointed he couldn’t go to the Waterpark. We were sorry to disappoint, Asare (lol).

Arrival back at The Great Western brought about lots of questioning of, “What are we doing?” from the boys – more than the normal every 10 seconds actually. Parents, family and some other people were there waiting with glee as the boys walked around the corner. Hugs and kisses handed out in plenty, although none to me sadly and everyone made their way inside to be gifted the prizes for the Tour’s DREAM marks. Squeezed into the room, prizes were handed out to everyone, speeches were made (by Bob) and a happily perfect way to end a fantabulous tour was had.

Final words

I cannot be more proud of the boys this week. Of course, from a footballing sense, the boys played their hearts out and reached a potential that we all saw in them, but is always difficult to reach. When you have eleven moving parts in your machine, to have them all working at their optimum at the same time is such a wonderful and rare thing to see. Off the pitch, the challenges that a lot of the boys overcame too was even better to watch. From being away from loved ones, to medical conditions being managed, to climbing high rocks when scared, swimming in freezing cold water, trying new foods, putting up with Wixey & Foran…..there’s been so many things to be proud of and this will forever be one of the top tours I have ever been on.

A few ‘Thank yous’

Thank you to all the parents who came out to support the boys and all those who couldn’t make their way out. I was saying to a parent the other day that it has been so nice to watch how you’ve all come together whether that be on the side of the pitch, phone calls for children or through the messaging. The atmosphere and support for the boys was second to none.

A massive thank you goes to Bob, who organises everything he can (and can’t) for the trip. He also is fundamental in the fundraising aspects to make Jersey more affordable in times where lots of teams no longer join us due to finances. He is and always will be a hero for what he enables the kids to do.  

Thank you to Foran and Romeo for joining us again for another Jersey tour. Foran is brilliant at being the chauffer needed to get around for us and without hesitation, does what’s needed to help the boys have the best time. Romeo also slots in so well – considering most teenagers would probably not want to. He just becomes one of the team without trying.

Lastly, I can’t thank Wixey enough for coming out of Retirement again to help and being so effortlessly brilliant with the boys. He is the calm to my insanity, the rational to my insanity and the grown up to my insanity and yet he always returns when I need the help. He is a wonderful man for the boys to learn and grow from and added to this tour perfectly.