“The rules of soccer are very simple, basically it is this: if it moves, kick it. If it doesn't move, kick it until it does.”
Brighton was finally eligible for city sports this year. We started with soccer. He loved it, though he wasn't the most aggressive player out there. His team was almost undefeated, losing only 1 game the whole season.
We loved going to his games because he was so funny to watch, especially as goalie.
After the first couple of games, he came home one night, and while trying to get his shin guards off, he asked me how he got his "hubcaps" off. Most games he was more interested in the social interaction than the state of the actual ball game. He liked to try doing belly bumps with his teammates, and often he'd hike his shorts up and walk around. As goalie, he even inspected the goal box to see how it was put together. Did you know that if one lies on one's belly and slithers, one can lift it up and slide right under? But don't try and swing on it; that results in a bonk on the head.
Sometimes he just got tired. Soccer is a lot of running, ya know.
One has to pop one's head up every now and then and make sure the stampede isn't heading your way. His team was so good, there was very little for the goalie and defenders to do.
Whatcha thinkin about, Bud?
Finally! Some action!
Look carefully on the van hood...I guess front line seats ain't good enough for some folks.
Due to miscommunication, we missed the professional photos. So I took our own.
We're proud of you for working hard and trying soccer Brighton!
Brighton's fan club.