Thing Two SCORED A GOAL today. He hasn't scored in a game since he left his Rec soccer team for the travel team last December, y'all. This is huge.
Left to the head coach's devices, the kid would play goalie for the whole game, every game. Given that this coach is himself a goalie, this could be construed as a compliment, and it probably is. Kid is pretty good and he gets better with every week's training. That said, as parents we aren't thrilled with the idea of a nine year-old getting compartmentalized so early, so we've asked the coach to play him in other positions as well, which unfortunately in practice means that he plays a half in goal and then another quarter on defense...tough positions from which to score. God love the child, but defense is not his strong suit...even his nonprofessional Rec coaches alternated him between goalie and forward. I have no idea why the current trainer/coach thinks he should be a defender but neither of the assistant coaches see it either...they sneak him in at forward for a few minutes whenever the head guy misses a game!
Anyway, today he had a good first half in goal and it was tied 0-0 at halftime. By the time the fourth quarter was winding down, they'd scored twice on our backup goalie and we'd scored once. I looked up from my watch and Thing Two was coming back into the game as a forward...I noted in disbelief that the head coach was still there. Then I watched with my mouth open as Thing Two took a pass from a teammate, dribbled it coolly and methodically a third of the way down the field and then jammed it into the net for the tying goal!
The end-of-game whistle blew within 30 seconds of that shot, no joke. Kid walked off that field with a smile as big as I've ever seen plastered across his mug and if I could have cartwheeled with joy, I would have.