I haven't written at all about boy1 on this blog yet, so here goes. Anyway, he is a confirmed stud. He is playing in club soccer for the first time this spring season, after having shot/dribbled the cover off the ball in rec with me as his coach for the past several years. And he is continuing to dominate, playing predominantly at center-mid, while moving to center-back late in tight games as the youth soccer equivalent of sending in HDH.
His coach is a guy in his 20's who is all about winning. Last weekend, Colombia (team name) had a 3 goal lead in the first half when our starting center back tried to clear the ball, but instead sent it right across the middle to a lone opponent who put it into the back of the net. Coach yelled out, "Nice job. That was the best cross I've seen all day!" Man oh man, it was right out of the Frank Martin playbook. No confirmation on whether he told the kid that he would burn his house down with him in it at halftime. Boy1 ended the game with 0 goals, but 4 (!) assists in an 8-6 shootout. Easily the highest scoring game of the year.
I got off the phone about an hour ago with the one of the DoCs of the club. He wants to place boy1 as a play-up on a D1 (highest level of local club soccer for his age group) select team next year. Pretty cool, but would be a bit of a logistical nightmare, as well as a doubling the cost of playing. Quite the pickle.
This morning boy3 didn't want to go to daycare, but I told him it was SoccerShots day, and he jumped up, ran to his room, and got his clothes on. They came down and said, "Hurry up! I don't want to miss SoccerShots!"