It probably has something to do with having an older brother. Likely influenced by good genetics, specifically height. Definitely attributed to the relationship between league organization and September birthdays. But something should be said for a good old fashioned competitive spirit and the desire to succeed. Whatever the cause, Henry is a great soccer player. At least in the Saratoga Springs preschool soccer league.
He is at least a head taller than most of the other kids on the field, and faster, and well, he actually gets it, which helps.
He scored multiple goals per game. One game it got the point where I pretty much told him he couldn't score anymore. I think I said, "Henry, you are playing so well, but now I want you to focus on defense, OK? No more scoring, just defense, don't let the other team score."
He also loves the slide kick move. He does it to save the ball from an opposing goal, to score his own goal, and for no apparent reason whatsoever.
Every year after the season I swear off Spring soccer. Every year you alternately freeze and roast. With the weather entirely unpredictable I am never ready for either situation. But somehow, we keep coming back for more. I think Henry is very glad I have such a terrible memory.
Not really surprising that my favorite picture from the season has nothing to do with soccer.
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