Lessons from Soccer

Almost all the soccer I watched in the last 3 years was either the World Cup, Real Madrid or some of the English Premier league.  When I watch them play, and these are some of the best players in the world, I sometimes get frustrated with their bad decisions or physical errors they make.

Last Saturday the boys had their first real games for AYSO.  We had been at Lake Powell the week before so they missed a couple of games.

Andrej played first, he is 6 and playing on a U7 team.  Watching a bunch of 6 year olds play can be a little frustrating.  However, almost all of them seem like they are having fun, and the game resembles very little of what I am used to watching.  Andrej did well, he has a defender’s mentality.  It reminds me a little of how my brother played.  When Andrej was striker for the last quarter he kept tracking back on defense.  Even after his mom said she would buy him a slurpee every day of the week if he scored!

Petr’s game came after lunch.  For an 8-year-old, he has a really good head for the game.  He is almost always in the right place and keeps his head up looking for where to pass the ball.  However, he does not seem to have any passion for it.  His head is in the game, but not his heart.  I had to exercise a lot of self-restraint in letting the coach coach and stay silent on the sidelines.  As Cammy and I were discussing it during the game she said, “I am sure this is how God feels when He sees us living our lives.”

Another great lesson from life learned by parenting.  How often are we doing many of the right things, being in the right place at the right time, only to have no passion to “go get it,” as we are supposed to?  Another opportunity to excel passes us by. A chance to be a part of something great.  Praise Him who has more patience and self-restraint than I do.

Petr really did well, and in the last quarter he was playing left midfield.  He was at the back post on every run forward, perfectly positioned for a cross.  One did come his way and he had a good shot forcing the keeper to parry it just outside the post.  If only he was more confident with his left foot, the whole right side of the goal was open…(Yes, I am looking in the spiritual mirror as I say that…)