My boy plays soccer.
He’s not the best player on the field, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in enthusiasm and defence.
When I say defence, I mean he gets in the other teams way, so they run into him. He’s like a the brick wall, so the smaller kids often bounce off him. Defence. He’s good at it.
After a bye on the first week and a rained out second week, they had their first game yesterday.
Here is a rare moment when he’s actually kicking the ball and involved in the action. He’s all about defence, remember.
I sat on the side-lines, alternately cheering, taking photos or playing with my phone.
They play 4 to a side in 2 x 15 minute halves.
Really it’s not long, but when my little lady gets bored 3 minutes into it, it’s tedious. I bribe her with a sausage sizzle - which I have to say, smells absolutely divine at 8:45 in the morning.
Who won the game? Who knows!
Are you a soccer mum?
Do you love it, or would you prefer a Saturday morning sleep-in?