I'm coaching my son's U6 team in a 5v5 tournament this morning. Should be interesting. Four teams, round robin. Top two teams after 3 games play each other for championship. I have a few 6 year old ringers and I think we can take this thing! Kids are pumped to win the trophy....
12 minute halves of swarm. May the team that can make one pass win!
Will report back.
The kids made me proud this weekend. After the round robin part of the tournament, they were 2-1 and had enough points to qualify for the championship game. It was against the team that we had lost to 2-1 in the 2nd game and also a team from the league that was hosting the tournament. The kids were a little down when they found out it was a re-match because they knew that the other team was a little taller, a little stronger and a little quicker. We started the game on our heels as we went down 0-2 after 6 minutes. Luckily we pulled one back right before the half and went into the tunnel down by only one. At this time, I know that something had to change. I really didn't want to do this, but I pulled out my best
Vinnie Jones impersonation to try and light a fire under these 5 and 6 year olds. I just couldn't stand on the sidelines and let them continue playing the way they did in the first half. This was for the 5v5 U6 2011 Championship!
My boys trotted out there for the 2nd half and I could see a glimmer in their eyes. They believed in themselves! I believed in them! They could win this thing!!!! With about 4 minutes gone (they were playing 12 minute halves), we had a great opportunity off of a corner kick. Enrico, my best player, had been driving the corner kicks into the box time and time again but we had not been able to convert. This time, I decided to put Enrico at the top of the box and let David take the kick. He put it right at the feet of Enrico who one-timed it into the bottom right corner (after bouncing off two or three defenders on the way in). The game was tied!
The next few minutes were back and forth with multiple chances by both teams. With 10 players on the field and no goalies, the majority of the time 7 of the kids were hovering around the ball kicking each other in the shins, two kids were just standing 15-20 feet from the action because they weren't sure what to do, and one was facing the other direction watching the game on the opposite field.
It was shortly after the 10 minute mark when Seba, my youngest, but scrappiest players went down, clutching his leg. This tends to happen periodically with him when things aren't going well and I could tell by his play in the previous three games that he just wasn't the Seba that I had seen at practice running to every ball, taking the hard shot or challenging every header. I ran over to him to make sure he was ok. Normally, Seba is used to scoring goals but so far in the tournament, he hadn't tallied any. I looked into his eyes, saw the disappointment and gave him a quick, 10 second pep talk letting him know that this was the most important game of his 2-year career so far. I needed him to dig deep and put one in the back of the net so we could win this thing. He got up, brushed himself off, gave me a big smile and ran back into the action. Not two minutes later, he fielded a beautiful cross from my son and put it in the upper 90 to take the lead! The kids were excited and slapping high fives knowing that they had just gone up on their arch-nemesis and only had to survive the remaining couple of minutes to take the trophy from the host team. What a sweet victory that would be!
The final two minutes were brutal. Parents from both teams were running up and down the sideline, going nuts, screaming at their kids like only Latino parents can. The Knights were taking shot after shot at our goal but they just weren't able to penetrate our strong defensive line. With about 30 seconds left in the match, we were down on the opponents half trying to control the ball and run out the clock with our pinpoint passing but somehow the ball got away, right to the feet of their best offensive weapon. #10 turned upfield and saw only Tomas, my smallest, slowest and least engaged player between himself and tying up the game. Tomas was standing there like a deer in the headlights, his index finger firmly planted up his left nostril. It was like slow motion as I watched #10 control the ball and take 5, 6, 7 Messi-like strides towards our goal. I was certain that this was going to be the goal that broke the will of my young team. However, out of nowhere, I see Seba rushing down the field, his eyes were locked onto the ball, trying to calculate if he could get there in time. With Messi lining up the ball for his potentially fatal shot, Seba comes sliding in within feet of the goal line and was able to deflect the ball over the end line for a corner kick! After a mad-dash around the goal after the corner, the referee blows his whistle, points to mid-field and the trophy was ours!!!!
What a great victory for these young kids. Of the six that played, 5 of them played on my U8 team this year and we finished a disappointing 7th out of 8 teams. Granted, we were a team of Kindergartners and First Graders playing mostly Second Graders but it was disappointing nonetheless. This tournament was a great way to cap off the season on a winning note and get them fired up about coming back next year to hopefully challenge for the U8 title.
BTW, if you haven't clicked on that Vinnie Jones link, do it. It's pretty damn funny.