Newspaper article Coffs Coast Advocate (Coffs Harbour, Australia)

Having a Ball of a Time at Season End; Believe Me There Is Plenty of Drama and Bloodshed in Junior Sport {Ndash} and Most of It Happens in the Driveway

Newspaper article Coffs Coast Advocate (Coffs Harbour, Australia)

Having a Ball of a Time at Season End; Believe Me There Is Plenty of Drama and Bloodshed in Junior Sport {Ndash} and Most of It Happens in the Driveway

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THE chairs have been folded, the nets have been taken down and I've emptied the car of 47 water bottles. All this can only mean one thing - soccer season is over. Yee-ha.

I could just scream myself silly. After five months of no Saturday morning sleep-ins, no brunches with the girls and only limited shopping and leisure hours I finally get my life back.

Of course I have to keep the cartwheels to a minimum around my eldest and pretend for his sake that I am 'simply devastated' the season has come to an end and that his team were 'totally robbed' of a place in the finals.

But my heart goes out to all those parents who do have to attend sport finals.

Just when they were about to do the happy dance and celebrate the end of weekend sport they now have to endure a further four weeks of drama and bloodshed.

And believe me there is plenty of drama and bloodshed in junior sport - and most of it happens in the driveway.

Just getting everybody into the car for a soccer match is a performance.

My budding Beckham, who on school mornings needs surgery to separate him from his doona, is suddenly all giddy-up and jumping up and down like the guy in the Toyota advert come Saturdays.

"Mum, hurry up, I don't want to be the last one there again," is his usual mantra.

"So start walking now," is my usual reply.

Years of Saturday soccer have taught me the car goes nowhere until the inventory list has been checked and the bodies are counted.

There's nothing like falling out of bed on a cold winter's morning, driving down to Macksville by 9 o'clock only to hear Beckham in the back seat say "Mum, I've only got one shin pad and where are my soccer boots?" as you pull up at the field.

I'm guessing my neighbours will also be glad the season has come to an end, because at that hour of the morning if we're up, trust me, everybody's up. …

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