Evening soccer session

Nigel took soccer lessons at 8, which he enjoyed. Then we ran out of time, and money.

It was a weekday evening and Nigel and I managed to carve out some time out of his busy schedule to cycle down to the nearby soccer pitch to have a kick about. It’s been some time since we’ve played football together – he really doesn’t have enough time due to his CCA and homework commitments.

But anyway, we spent 15 minutes kicking the ball around. Mainly I was the goalkeeper and he, the striker, continuously taking pot-shots at me with the right and then the left leg. Curved ball, straight ball, straight into the bushes behind ball. Mostly the ball went over the goal, or to the side – especially when he was using his less accurate left leg.

He kicks pretty hard now – and I have to pay close attention when he lines up a shot, because it could possibly hit me in the face and cause some real damage. He is no longer that little boy with the soft rolling shots.

Anyway, we both enjoyed ourselves running around in the cool evening breeze. I hope we get to do that again more – especially before he becomes a full-fledged teen and doesn’t want to pay football with his “old man” anymore.