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Last night was the final game of our indoor soccer season where I'm the coach. The kids are not particularly good, and they sign up so that they have something to do in the winter months to stay active. Our game was to be decided on penalties since it ended in a 3-3 tie.
There's one kid on the team who I'll call "D" who was a sweet kid, showed up to almost every game, but was a pretty uncoordinated little guy. I'd often see him dancing around in the corner while the game was going on and have to remind him to come back to earth. He hadn't scored a goal all season, although he got close a few times.
So I line up the boys for the kicks and "D" looks REALLY nervous. I mean shaking, quivering lip, feeling-the-pressure nervous. I lean over and tell him to do his best, kick it hard, and tell me that he can do this. He quietly says, "I can do this". I fist bump him and step away and watch D send the ball past the goalkeeper and into the net for our winning goal in the shootout. Our whole team screams his name - along with me. Hugs and high fives, and D starts crying a little and goes over to his Dad.Man, it was a beautiful thing to watch.
- And so the next Ronaldo was born********
- If I were D.. I'd have missed the goal. And that would be it. No cheers, just hatred.shapesalad
- I got a little misty reading this********
- Rudy? great story, those are the moments parents live for. D'll remember that forever._niko
- thanks for the tears, dick!! *sniff
(go D!!!)PonyBoy
- And so the next Ronaldo was born