You may remember last week's post where I told you about our big huge meaningful soccer game that was about to rock the world. And then got canceled due to rain.
Well we played on Saturday.
We went down early, 3-0. But in truth I wasn't upset. We were playing well and as I said last week, TTL are just a really good team. We managed to punch one in just before halftime and went to the half down 4-1.
My assistant coach and I were tough on the girls at halftime, letting them know they weren't running hard enough and they weren't doing some things they normally do. To our surprise, they actually seemed to be paying attention. Remember - they are six and seven years old.
We came out at halftime and punched one in quick.
Down 4-2 now.
Oh and hey we got another one. Down 4-3 now.
When we pushed the next one in to make it 4-4, our parents nearly went ballistic. Not sure I've ever seen them so excited in three years of coaching these girls.
Until we punched in another to go ahead 5-4.
When we scored the last one to make it 6-4, you would've thought we'd just earned a birth in the Final Four.
The whistle blew and we won 6-4. Shut them out in the second half and came back from three goals down. And the girls knew what they had done.
I have coached multiple sports at multiple competitive levels for 13 years now. I have won triple overtime games and lost on last second prayers. I have been on both ends of lopsided games. But I have never had more fun being a part of a game than I did on Saturday. There are times in life when you just need something like that and on Saturday, those girls gave me a gift.