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Another blistering morning of U9 football. Phoebe's team lost 3-1 but dominated for large portions of the match. The other team had one player who looked like he might be a teenager who scored all three of their goals. It was a thrilling contest nonetheless and luck didn't go our way. Phoebe was in goal for the third quarter and only touched the ball twice, but all our shots went over the bar or hit the bar. When the teenager pretending to be a boy kicked the ball in his own face I might have slightly cheered. This game raises all kinds of passions. I am not proud. Either of my cheer or of claiming that a slightly tall 9 year old might be 14. He had a kick on him though.
Proud of the team though and of my favourite player, Dexter, I mean my daughter who are battlers and getting much better at passing to each other rather than all chasing the ball at the same time. They're real fighters. And Phoebe wasn't intimidated by the huge pretend child. She went after him when they came up against each other and he didn't get the better of her.
I am delighted Phoebe is still so into football. We went to another park this afternoon and she insisted on staying in her kit and bringing a ball and her and me played a bit whilst Ernie played in the playground. She hasn't scored a goal in a match yet (she mainly plays in defence) so I want to encourage her to take some shots, because she'd be made up if it happened. And I might be pleased too. Who knows? Just cos I delight in a child slightly hurting himself, because he's too good at football. Doesn't mean I'd run on to the pitch with my shirt off if my daughter scored a goal.
We had a fun family day anyway, playing in the playground with hardly any injuries (Ernie banged his knee coming down a fireman's bowl) and going to the supermarket and buying doughnuts.
Phoebe had a sleepover with Catie and I watched The Beekeeper (Ernie was asleep - his knee was OK) which wasn't very realistic and didn't have enough beekeeping in it for my liking. But also I hoped the Beekeeper would get revenge on the baddies by at least once using a swarm of bees to attack them. But he just used his fists and weapons and some vague beekeeping techniques. They did use my to bee or not to bee joke, though it might just have been a coincidence.
To bee or not to bee
That is the beekeeping question
But you have to be in order to bee
So not to not be/bee is my suggestion
