So today was Fisher’s first soccer game as a player, Jim’s first as a coach, and my first as an assistant coach.
If you’re not familiar with the wonder that is U-6 (under 6) soccer, it goes something like this:
15×20-yard field. Three kids from each team on the field at a time. No goalie.
No goalie. Yep.
So we showed up, thinking we’d encounter a group of like-minded children with a similar mix of bursts of uncontrolled semi-athletic activity and obstinate daisy-picking.
Nope. It was the luck of our team (the JAGUARS) to go up against a crew of mini-Peles (the COUGARS) whose mothers all apparently read soccer strategy guides to them in the womb. They were disciplined. Eager. Focused. Well-versed in the finer points of kicking the ball down the field in the correct direction. They’d all been on official soccer teams since age 4 (or 3, some of them) and this was their second season playing together as an Unstoppable Soccer Juggernaut.
Their team was accomplishing complicated forward- and backward-pass maneuvers. Our team was struggling to remember which appendages they couldn’t use to touch the ball. (Hands.)
Officially, U-6 soccer isn’t supposed to keep score.
But unofficially, we got our asses whooped. Final score was 7-zip. (And this was accomplished in 4 5-minute quarters.)
Back to the practice field…