We Are The Soccer Team.

Apparently there is a theory linking violence in soccer-fans to the high levels of frustration caused by the small number of goals scored per game. That's as may be (did they also study the socio-economic backgrounds of violent soccer fans, hmm?) but if it were true then at least the families at Climber's first ever soccer match were in no danger of being beaten up on the way out.  A grand total of 8 goals scored, 7 of them by Climber's team.  It was a pretty exciting match, it made the early start on a cold Sunday morning almost bearable.  I did feel sorry for the other team who had less players on the field than us and no reserves;  they played so gamely and we all cheered hard when they finally scored a goal. 



Climber had a great game, playing strongly in defence, and came off the field at the end on a great big happy high.

I'm pretty impressed with our coach. The only stuff he shouted from the sidelines was either positive tactical advice or Good Boy [name of player]! when they made a good play.  As in Good boy Climber! in a wonderful booming and slightly Italian-accented voice.  It was ace.  And he made sure the boys gave 3 cheers for the other team, and lined up properly to shake hands at the end.  And then he sent them back into a team huddle and told them to make up a team song.  Here's what they came up with: 

We are The [Name of Team], 
We are The [Name of Team], 
We are The [Name of Team], 
We are The [Name of Team]!!!

No actual tune to it yet, but it's early in the season.


(The half-time score.)