Monday, August 13, 2012

Super Saver

Climber's soccer team were up against the Number One team on the weekend, the team who had won every game this season, the team that trounced us 9-1 last time we met. Climber's coach, a man with greyhound-like fitness and a single focus in his life (soccer), had been talking up this rematch for weeks. I don't care what youse do as long as you beat Forknah. At training on Thursday night he declared he'd give the boys fifty bucks each if they won. The man has no money, so this is how desperately he felt about it; Forknah is his arch-rival from long ago. The boys' faces lit up with dreams of untold wealth. He also told them they all had to pay him $10 if they lost. The boys looked uneasy.  The parents looked sceptical.

With all this build-up, the emotional stakes were high when we arrived at the ground on Sunday morning. The boys were fired up, and chattering like mad in the change-rooms.  The parents were all  extra tense too, as we gathered on the sidelines, coffees in hand, to cheer the boys on.

The whistle blew, the game began.  Forknah went on the attack immediately, fast and sure. They fired their first shot at goal and my-son-the-Goalie gathered it up safely and sent it back up the field with a great big kick.  And our team took off with ball, passing, looking up, and going into determined counter-attack.  And that was pretty much how the whole game played out.  Time and again, Forknah came thundering down into our half, only to be thwarted by another, often spectacular save from Climber, and to be rattled again by the way our team was playing.  It wasn't that we were better than them exactly, but they hadn't expected this, and they couldn't break through.  At half-time the score was nil-all, and Forknah's coach roared at his team to come in for the briefing.  Our coach was calm, this was the game he'd planned.  Keep at it boys, you hear that? You've got them rattled!

In the second half we scored a goal and there was cheering and jubilation from our little band of parents, as a welcome antidote to the nail-biting that had been going on for most of the match.  Forknah couldn't believe it.  They equalised about 10 minutes later, of course they did, they are a very good  team. Both goals scored were good goals, not disappointing goals scored because of a mistake in defense but honest, well-played goals.  We groaned on our side; for a minute, victory had seemed possible, but then we remembered our sportspersonship and politely applauded the goal. And then we waited out the remaining 10 hours minutes of the game. But Climber kept on saving, the defense kept on defending with everything they had, and miraculously the final whistle blew.  A one-all draw, Forknah's winning streak over, and praise from left, right and centre for the amazing work done by Climber.  Man of the Match! shouted several of the parents and one particularly passionate parent whose own son had done a fantastic job in defense and kept a last-minute shot from going in, said to me give Climber biscuits tonight, all that he wants, anything he wants!  I'll pay! The coach from the other team came over and shook Climber's hand and said to him You killed us! Players from Forknah told him he should be playing goalie for the state team.  Our coach, grinning from ear to ear, rubbed Climber affectionately on the head and said Man of the Match! too, although we don't actually officially make any awards post-game.  Everyone took the time to congratulate Climber on the way he'd played. He was beaming with happiness.


It was very nice for Climber to have his moment in the sun, to receive well-earned praise for his performance that day.  He looked so happy, and carried his pride round with him all day like a warm bundle of happiness in his chest.  Fixit and I were unstinting in our praise, and incredibly proud too. Climber is a bit of a quiet achiever in most of his life, doing well but not flamboyantly so. A day of glory for him like this was just wonderful to behold.

17 comments:

  1. Forknah! Made me laugh.
    Excellent that he had such a good day.

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  2. Cripes - I would been mama-sooking and cheering all over the shop! Just bloomin' brilliant, kiddo.

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  3. How brillliant and wonderful. And what a wonderful smile on his face. Great photo, too.

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  4. Seems like 'quiet achiever' is the lot of a goalie. Nice when they can get some well deserved praise and attention! (Nice for non-goalie quiet achievers, too.) Very impressive effort!

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  5. Awww - what a fantastic story - well done Climber!
    And yeah, Forknah! Hah!

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  6. As in I have heard of Forknah soccer team before..... and it's just up the road.

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  7. goood onya Climber!!!!!

    You painted that picture so well :)

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  8. That is so fantastic. What a star. Well done Climber.

    (And so well-played to end in a draw - no-one owed anyone money...)

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  9. Oh, man, tearing up massively at that story! Started with laughing though, 'Forknah' haha, wish I'd thought of that when I was working there! I get the jubilation- my girl got into the semi's for basketball at end of last season, and is now being flogged hard, the ups and downs of kids sport! But the downs make the ups worth it! PS Did they get the cashola???

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  10. Oh, was tearing up/crying, didnt read it was a draw! Very fair!

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  11. Exactly what Fairlie said! Ha! Even down to the money comment. :)

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  12. Excellent work, Climber. (Sorry for pinching his name for our Nicholas. It's only a temporary borrowing really.)

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  13. Aaw, as a soccer mum myself (heck, ANY kind of mum) I cried reading this.

    Go Climber! Brilliant lad!

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