Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Favorite Soccer Memory
Thanks to the parent who suggested a great topic. Please share your favorite soccer memory with the rest of the soccer community. Please, let us hear about the game you watched in South America, or Europe or in Blaine watching your U8 player? Or could it be about a post game party at Pizza Hut? Or a national showcase tournament where your underdog team beat a nationally ranked team? Or a weather delayed game where both teams huddled under a shelter? Or a special coach or parent volunteer who touched your child's life?
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I was just recalling this story with my son a few days ago.
One of my favorite soccer memories was when I coached a U11 team quite a few years ago. We were scheduled to play the vaunted Wayzata Gunners. I knew we would be short 1 player so I check with the U10 teams to see if we could get a play-up. They had a game scheduled for the same time. With nothing else to do, I brought along my son, a U9, just incase we had an injury, as I didn't want to play 2 short.
I was a bit worried that my U9 would get hurt so I played down 1 player the entire first half.
With about 10 minutes left, score tied 1-1, we had someone get a boo boo and come out of the game. So I put my U9 in the game and told him to chase the ball when it was in the offensive half. After about 2 minutes we got a corner kick. The corner was played in and knocked out of the 6 yard box right to the U9 players feet...he controlled it and blasted a left footed shot right into the corner of the goal. I think we ended up scoring 1 more afterward, but the U9 player had the game winning goal!
They're all good, even all my red cards
Wow, this thread is taking off. Funny how no one wants to speak about positives when given the option to cut down everyone else.
Watcher,
I agree but I was also trying to figure out how to express, my favorite and best soccer memories.
It happens every fall. The air is cool; the sun warm, the grass sparkles with early morning dew. As I walk across the pitch, I breathe in the aromatic pungent smell of goose poop and cutgrass anticipating the recreational teams/parents showing up. I have a cup of coffee in my hand and everything is ready and set for the day. I think to myself "It doesn't get any better than this".
There no game involved, just the quiet anticipation of hundred of kids showing up for a beautiful day of soccer.
Watching my youngest son dribbling the ball down the sideline with a huge grin on his face, ear-to-ear.
Watching my oldest son with a look of grim determination looking for the next person to school.
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