Here is my little soccer star before the game started...
...and the main benefit of having your father coach the team is that you get your pick of the numbers, and of course we picked 8. And note too that the soccer socks are red (that's my favorite color, mommy) and his cleats are blue (that's my action-paction color) (who in the world knows what that means...)
We had Gil with us, who was dying to take the field with his brother.
A close-up of the great number 8.
Waiting on the sidelines. Coach Dad's philosophy on rotations during the game is pretty straightforward: he plays the same five children for one 6 minute quarter. Six minutes is longer than you think.
Here is number 8- he definitely is trying to figure it all out.
Happy coach and boys at the end of the game.
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