Some of you may remember a couple posts ago where I explained my first attempt at playing soccer. Well The Mighty Fruit Flies (yes that is our team name) had another game this past Saturday. The weather was a cool 90 degrees, and Chels and I had spend the first part of the day framing a room in her house. I played the first half as a front defender, where I was basically the top of a diamond in the defensive end. Mostly I just ran around with no idea where to go. To make things worse, I have the closing speed and the acceleration to be a decent soccer player, I just don’t have the wind or the skills. One run and I’m hailing the sub. I also don’t know what to do with the ball, and can’t kick worth a darn.
In the second half our on the field captain suggested that I play goal. This was partly fueled by his desire to get on the field and run around, and partly because according to him my “instincts and reflexes are good” and “I can legally play the ball with my hands”. I took him up on it. We got some timely scoring from some ringers we apparently brought in, and I didn’t have very many shots, but I did manage to make a few saves. I still have to learn when to charge the ball, and when to sit back and try and block it. (I got scored on once because I ran too early and he chipped it over me.) I also raced to the ball and played it with my hands outside of the “zone” I was allowed to do that, so they got a penalty kick. At least I think its a penalty kick, its the one where all my teammates line up with their hands over their privates and hope it doesn’t strike them in the face.
Anyway, I really enjoyed playing goalie and I’m sure I will like it even more once I figure out how to play. Now I just need to learn the rules – and how to kick. I can throw the ball to mid-field but I can’t kick it anywhere near that far. Maybe I’ll practice in my free time. I’ll let you know how that goes.