Though somewhat sadly, not in our favor. In fact, all but one of the twelve goals scored were for the other team. Luckily, that didn't prevent Kelsey or her friends from having a good time, or setting loftier standards for the next game.
Tonight was the first game of her indoor soccer league season. She enjoyed soccer so much, that she wanted to continue with indoor soccer once the regular outdoor league ended. A friend's father is coaching (so Pete is free to record the games), and even more of her school friends are on the team, since the age rules are more relaxed.
Tonight's game started with a brief practice, as the girls normally do not meet during the week: the league regulations require only weekly games. Fine for those who have played before, but at least one was new to soccer and a little practice never hurt anyone. Peter dropped Kelsey off early, and picked us up after their pre-game practice ended to save Nicholas a bit of boredom.*
We arrived just as they were about to start, and I noticed Kelsey donning a second soccer shirt. They were blue tonight, and the extra shirt could only mean one thing: she had been chosen/requested to be goalie.
I was a bit nervous. Goals are big swaths of land to cover, and really, she could have paid a bit more attention when playing outdoor soccer. During the outdoor season, her team spent so much time on their offensive moves, that she was often surprised when they ended up near the goal, and missed more than she caught. Not to worry tonight, as the opposing team (which, if they are under 8, I am Santa Claus), spent a good portion of their time near/around/in our goal. She didn't have time to look at the scoreboard, much less daydream. She was on top of things, but still missed a few, and the other team scored 6 goals in the first half, something that would have most crying in their boots.
Not me, and definitely not Kelsey. She had at least one awesome save (if not more) for every goal they scored. Her team didn't let go, and fought the fight until the end. They ended the game just as red-faced and sweaty as the other team, and just as cheerfully (though with somewhat blase looks) and did the old "good game" routine at the end as though they had won. They didn't, but they tried, and more importantly, seemed to have an incredibly good time, including the poor teammate who took a ball smack in the face one minute before the game ended.
In the end, Kelsey wasn't disappointed because they lost, but because they got so few goals. "Next time." she stated firmly on the way home,"we are going to get AT LEAST THREE!"
*Who are we kidding, this kid was born to play soccer, and loves to watch just as much. If you remember pictures from way back when, he could kick a ball before he could walk. When we arrived at the game, he ran around to the back of the car to get his "ba". Little smarty-pants remembered how Pete kept the bags of balls in the trunk. Yep, he's getting signed up next, provided it doesn't interfere with his Kindermusik/swimming/gymnastics/Itsy-Bitsy Yoga schedule.
Here's a a highlight reel of some of Kelsey's performance in goal (right-click and choose "Save Link As..." to save to your computer - 5.3MB):