Aly playing soccer has become a complete comedy to watch. At least that is what I have to tell myself, or I will just cry in frustration. Let me try to describe some of the highlights of our first three games. Since the age I coach is so young, the coaches are the referees, so I am on the field with my players the whole game. At the beginning of the game, Alyson comes on the field and immediately runs to the other side of the field, where there are no players and no ball, she is just off by herself she then proceeds to run laps around the field and could care less if she is anywhere near the ball. I am yelling "Alyson! Alyson! come help your team!." No response, she just keeps running. At one point she runs right in front of our goal just as the other team shoots a goal to score, she is our last hope and I really am hoping that she will stop the ball. Instead, she kind of trips over the ball while running, gets up, and just keeps making her laps around the field. There are a handful of times that she is in the right place to stop a breakaway by the other team, and will just run right past the other player as they charge to our goal to score. As a soccer player it is hard for me to watch. As we're getting in bed that night Brooklyn asks "Did Aly do good at her race?" I respond "Aly wasn't racing she was playing soccer." Aly says "No I was racing and I was the winner."
Game #2 it is a cold game and my girls play maybe the first five minutes of the first quarter and refuse to play the rest of the game. Aly keeps running out on the field to me as the game is in progress and asking if we can go home now. the few minutes that Chloe and Alyson play they pick up the cones that mark the field and put them on their heads and run around laughing and laughing, and I have to chase them down to put the cones back and remind them we are playing soccer.