Motorway Martyrs: The British Parents Driving Themselves Into the Ground for Youth Sport
It's 6:15am on a Tuesday, the car smells of energy drink and shin pads, and a family from Coventry is already forty minutes into a round trip that won't end until half past nine tonight. Welcome to the hidden marathon of British youth sport — where the real competition isn't on the pitch, it's on the A46. We spoke to the families running themselves ragged just to give their kids a chance.