Juan Pablo has been Joaquin's coach for two seasons now. They both love it. Joaquin gets to spend extra time with just dad and Juan Pablo gets to play hattrick in real life. He used to be quite addicted to that game.
A fun warm up of monkey in the middle. I know, it's unusual...but the whole tournament was, too.
They were somehow registered to play U10 which meant this team of six and seven year olds was playing against 10 year olds. Juan Pablo sent five out on the field for the first game and the ref said, "Coach, it's seven on seven."
Uh-oh.
We only had eight players on the team.
Those kids played their hardest. The parents cheered the loudest. We lost every game, but couldn't have been prouder.
Joaquin is normally upset when he loses. But it's hard to be sad when your team is made up of your best friends.
Sideline activities included lots of drawing...Here's a nice one Diego did of Isabela. Looks just like her. See the two legs and two eyes?
Diego figured out a way to play soccer all by himself. He kicked down one way...ran down and got it, then kicked it down the other way. But they spent most of the game huddled up under the quilt. I love that Isabela and Diego got quality time together, too, because at home it's usually boys against girls.
I'll take a soccer tournament over a swim meet any day.
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