By Brett Goshorn He never sat on the sidelines, He always stood, And I never paid much attention to it. But as the years passed, I found myself dragging an extra chair, To the weekly ritual of the round ball. Where it would be thrown on the cold earth, Unused, Wrapped in its shroud. The ladies loved to sit. And that was fine. Blankets, … [Read more...]
We Did It
Dear Simon, I hope you are sitting down on some comfy white cloud. Guess what? WE WON. I know it won't surprise you. After all you told Hippie Child after watching the first few training sessions of the season that you thought they were going to go all the way this year. You reckoned they were a bloody good team. You were … [Read more...]
It’s Just A Game!
Can someone explain to me why, when my daughter is perfectly legal to drive herself to the 8.40pm soccer game on a Friday night, I still insist on going? Gen X helicopter parenting at its finest right there. Of course if I hadn't gone I would have missed the spectacle of two teenage boys doing a streak across the field. Poor guys, they went to … [Read more...]
Confessions of a Soccer Mum
The soccer season has begun again. Yet another year of trudging through muddy fields, to huddle on the sidelines whipping ourselves into a frenzy over the on-field antics of our wannabe soccer stars. Mr Shambles was adamant our children had to play a team sport. Working together to meet a goal, playing to the strengths of each team member, … [Read more...]
