Sunday, March 02, 2014
It was actually kind of fun. We all had a big breakfast together before the game, and then we went out into the damn freezing cold air and intolerable breeze to watch his team do a great job beating a really good team. It's interesting how suddenly at this age, they're REALLY playing soccer. Line judges, passing the ball, just like real footballers.
I said footballers for my Euro friends. You're welcome.
I would like to say she's the terror of the field, but instead, she's the little airplane on the field. Part of the game yesterday she kept declaring that "I AM A BALLERINA" and her coach would say "Ok be a ballerina who kicks the ball!" She wants to play. She doesn't want to play when she gets there. Or she has her own idea of what soccer is. I don't really know.