No Crying in Soccer

Soccer. That great sport that teaches teamwork in competition. Or so it goes in theory…Did you ever see “A League of Their Own”? Tom Hanks coaches a women’s baseball team during WWII years. At one point, he emphatically states, “There’s no CRYING in BASEBALL!” I have told my boys, “there’s no crying in soccer.” Or so it goes in theory…

Watching Marcus and Lucas do soccer this year has been not only challenging, but also entertaining. Picture the six four year olds on our team, trying their best to listen to the great “Coach Dan”, but not quite getting the drills. They sit on their balls, lie on the grass, try to take turns, and not use their hands. They pick up the cones and shout through them. Lucas keeps using his hands to line up the ball before he kicks it. Each player has his own practice ball, but some drills require setting half the balls aside and attempting to pass. Not every four-year-old wants to willingly give up his ball. There’s no crying in soccer.

After some practice, they have a “game.” Marcus and Lucas were so excited about their jerseys with numbers. They kept turning in circles, asking, “What number am I?” Two players on each team rotate out, so it’s four on four, with no goalie. The two players who are out are not supposed to cry, but sometimes they do. Sometimes they have to run to the potty. Sometimes they have to talk to everyone on the sidelines. Lucas, watch the game, say "Go Sharks!!" Don't cry. There's no crying in soccer.

The first game, Marc seemed to think it was football, and if you can land on the ball, then you win. You can also pull down any person in your way by yanking on their jersey until they fall down, even if they are on the same team. Lucas was convinced he could just pick up the ball. I think after a few fingers got kicked, he seemed to do better. When the coach says, “don’t use your hands,” you don’t need to cry. There’s no crying in soccer.

The next week went better. During practice, we lost Lucas to the next team over, and after some convincing, he joined our team again. The game went a little better. Marcus stopped pulling most kids down. However, our little gaggle of guys kicking at the ball moved onto the wrong field and got into the next game. A little bit of sorting and we were fine. Lots of crying when it was Marcus’s turn to sit out. Marc, there’ s no crying in soccer. And Lucas left the game, ran up to me, placed his hands on my cheeks and said, “Mom, you have to say, “GO SHARKS!”
Week Three went okay. There was a boy on the other team who laid down during the game and had to be coaxed to play. I was glad to see that other boys do that too. We were in charge of snack that week, and several times during practice and the game, Marcus and Lucas asked if it was time to pass out snack yet. No, not yet, don’t cry, there’s no crying in soccer. Listen to Coach Dan.
We have two sets of twins on our team. Yes, Austin and Owen are coach’s sons and they are twins, too. Interestingly, all four twins have the same practice ball, blue and gold. This has been a little confusing, but sharpie markers are great things. When Tim mentioned they should be called, “Double Trouble”, Sarah added, “No, it needs to be double double trouble.” Two more weeks to go this fall and then we will be done until the spring. Maybe in the spring, there will be “no crying in soccer”, or so it goes in theory…