I played my first soccer game tonight, filling in on a friend’s team in a community futsal league.
The team we played weren’t that good, but they were leagues better than us. A couple of them clearly had some fundamentals, a couple of us played when we were eight (me not being one of them, unfortunately).
We fought hard to the final whistle, even though the referee had stopped tallying their score on the board, “there’s no need to put any more up,” he said to me off the court.
Learning how to lose is perhaps the clearest sign of growing up. We’ll be back next week, and if we don’t score a goal, we will in the next one.