I have son who has been a volunteer soccer coach in his town's recreation program for three or four years. During that time, his older son has been playing soccer. Now the younger one (who won't be 5 until December!) is playing soccer.
Need I say I am now becoming a soccer fan? I also have a granddaughter who at 7 years of age is now in her second year of playing soccer. (She's in the blue shirt and jeans.) What choice do I have?
Austin, my 9 year-old grandson, plays soccer with an intensity you would only expect to see in a boy twice his age.
He designed his own cleats!
His grit and determination are admirable! And what a kick!
His focus is unrelenting; the pursuit of players older or larger than he does not in any way intimidate him! He has amazing speed, the ability to pass to his teammates, and an understanding of the game seemingly beyond his years. And every minute that he is on that field, he is playing his hardest. (an ethic he either inherited or learned from his Dad, the coach.)
Although he sometimes works 50 or 60 hour weeks, Austin's Dad still makes time to coach his team.
I always get a thank you hug for coming to the games!
And now, as I mentioned, the 4-year-old has started playing. What chance to I have? I've been drafted as a soccer fan! There's just no escaping it!
(A special thank you goes to Austin and Carter's mother Kristen and the boys' Grammy Gayle for taking and sharing these photos with me, so that I could, in turn, share them with all of you.)
I'm not proud much, you understand; not much at all.