Living my childhood through them.

If you never loose you can never appreciate the victories.

- Laura Twitchwell

 

As a child I spent almost every Sunday during soccer season  rugged up in blankets eating hot pies with mum while we watched my dad and brother play soccer. It was always the best part of my year. I can remember getting up at all hours of the morning to watch the World Cup, waking up to a gentle kiss from mum followed by a hot Milo. We would all congregate on mum and dad's bed for the game. It was fuzzy at times but that was expected from the silver framed box TV that we had stacked up on books. 

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Rain, hail or shine, Billy and Halle were not going to let today slip by without playing their first game of soccer. I put Billy to bed at 8.30, assuring him that I would be at their first game no matter what. He looked at me and dad with his huge blue eyes and with the biggest smile said, 'I think we are going to win, me and Hal are the bestest players', all three of us laid there on his single bed giggling. He was so excited he couldn't sleep, an emotion I was so excited for him to endure. It was so nice to be home. Billy scored the first goal of the game, celebrating with two tiny hands up the air. I have never seen a team of kids so encouraging and excited! My heart melted for them. The oranges were cold at half time and their tiny bodies were sweating, their adrenalin was pumping!

Growing up around soccer, it was amazing to now watch my little brother and sister tear it up. The 'under 6 Swordfishes' played the best game, they had skills beyond my belief! Mateship was a strong element. An element I didn't think was established at such a young age, but they proved me wrong.

Yours in boots, 

BL. x