When I accepted this job back in October, I was not familiar with the notion of Kiddie Soccer. I will tell you this now...if I was familiar with the notion, I probably would have declined the job offer in a heartbeat. No, I am only joking but Kiddie Soccer is probably one of the most difficult tasks on this planet. It really is. As any parent will back me up with, managing 10-12 four year olds is fairly daunting. It's even more daunting when you have parents watching your session! In all honesty though, the kids are great. They are just normal - hyper and crazy.
I don't know if it's because of my size or what but at the start of every Kiddie Soccer session I have done, all the kids stampede towards me and start play-fighting with me. They must think I am some sort of evil giant, even though I wear a bright red t-shirt with the wording Kiddie Soccer Coach clearly presented on the front. Instinctively, I fight back and more often than not, win the battle as I am, after all, the evil giant. Nobody can defeat the evil giant can they?
I love the way kids act at that age. The other day, we were playing a little game (a proper soccer match with proper soccer rules) and, all of a sudden, one of the kids starts crying uncontrollably. Being the caring person I am, I sprint over and ask, "What's the matter?". The kid replies in the most frantic of tones, "He took the ball away from me". Now, at that point, I could not stop laughing. Eventually, I explained to the kid how you are allowed to take the ball away - you need to in order to score a goal! Ah, that moment was just priceless. I miss being a silly kid.
I also love how kids always tell on each other. At these Kiddie Soccer sessions, we always have a teacher supervise. I remember being a huge tatter tale, especially on my bigger and meaner brother. These kids are the same - it's just the way they do it, which makes it so hilarious. For example, one kid decided to call another a "poopy face". The one receiving the abuse looks straight at me, arms folded, and says in the most emphasizing of ways, "I'm telling!". The kid runs over to the teacher and tatter tales. At that moment, I had an instant flashback to the childhood days of my big brother and I. It brought a smile to my face.
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Your comments take me back to when I was coaching youngsters at the international school - if coaching is the right word. It was certainly stressful. I can well remember that they had no idea whatsoever about the rules of the game, or that a team had to be structured with a defense, midfield and attack. The kids resembled a swarm of bees running around the gym, trying to get the ball first. And, of course, there was always the doting (and aften interfering) parents, who all thought their kid was Wayne Rooney, when in fact they were more like Colleen McLoughlin. But it was fun seeing these kids develop over the years. And they do say the younger one starts in a sport, the more likely a star will be born. But do you think Ronaldo was ever part of that 'swarm'? Surely, not - he must have been born with his boots on ... he still sits and throws his arms up in the air when he does not get his own way. An expensive baby, but a 'Real' find, one could say ha ha.
ReplyDeleteAnd I would have gotten away with so much more if you hand't always been snitching on me to mum !!!
ReplyDelete@Craig - FYI Gareth didn't need to snitch. You were always pathetic at covering your tracks. In fact, you still are!
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