The title fits, poor kid, that's what is my first thought. Poor kid with such a father, such a mother and such a trainer. I hope he gets out healthy enough to leave a good life when he grows up. It's not easy to be dumped and on the other hand to be dominated by someone who clearly feels ashamed for his child. I am glad my father didn't play football he only watched his on Sundays to make the boring day even more boring for me (no speaking, if possible not present).

A good Saturday.