This is the second summer that our big kids have played soccer. To quote C.W. McCall "a classified advertisement caught my eye..." and I signed them up for a European Soccer Camp. Who better to teach soccer than europeans? So for one week in July they went to a morning soccer camp coached entirely by europeans. Very Exciting. As it turned out all of the coaches were from Ireland - Double Exciting. Bryan couldn't wait to meet "real Ireland people." They were on two different age groups which essentially meant that Bry was one of the oldest in his group and Erin was among the youngest in hers. I should mention at this point that "No one asked [Erin] if I wanted to do this!"
At dinner the first night of camp they both announced that their coaches spoke "Irish!" Erin was distraught because she couldn't understand a word her coach said and "had no idea what to do!" Bry took the language difficulty more in stride and in true American fashion began teaching his coach "to talk English." He endeavored to teach her to say three instead of tree, so that the little kids wouldn't be confused. I'm sure she was quite appreciative of this!
By the end of the week they had both learned a quite impressive array of new skills. Bryan fell in love with soccer (and maybe a little with his pretty coach) and Erin had grudgingly started using her new skills in her regular games. Bryan had his coach sign his shirt and Erin was glad to be going home!
Last night I took pictures at our regular games and got some good action shots!
Defense!!
Girls on the sidelines
Keeper making the Save!!
Defense in Action!
3 comments:
Love the pick of bry in action! He looks like a professional! Aunt jess
So the brogue was hard to understand. But didn't it sound really cool!
Bry looks great in action.
Love ya,
Aunt Lauren
I loved not only the brogue but the scenery as well! haha! Nothing like a bunch of Irishmen playing futball!
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