While I
coached both my sons in youth soccer, I didn’t coach high school soccer again
until the 1980-81 season. I coached varsity soccer until the end of the 1982-83
season. There is some question to this day about how much coaching I
accomplished in that three-year period.
The
varsity soccer coaching assignment was a revolving door between my two tenures.
When I saw that the job was open again at the beginning of the 1980-81 school
year, I went to my principal.
“I’ll
coach the soccer team for five years,” I said. “If nothing else, that will
provide some stability for what’s become an orphan program.”
He
agreed.
I found
an assistant and began preparing for the season.
By the
time tryouts were held, I’d organized a cadre of my AP Biology students as ball
chasers. There were only enough certified soccer officials in our area at the
time for one official per game. I had budget money for two officials, so I paid
my ball chasers out of that fund.
The job
of a chaser was to run along the sidelines, keeping even with the ball. Each
ball chaser carried an approved extra ball with them. When I ball was kicked
out of play, the ball chaser on that side of the field dropped her/his ball by
the sideline and chased the errant kick.
You can see two ball chasers in the background. The one showing only half her body is carrying the ball. |
It sped
up the game.
It also
ticked off some officials, more opposing players, and even more opposing
coaches.
Since
soccer has a running play clock, many teams use the time spent by the
opposition chasing down an out of bound kick to regroup—especially if it was
one of their defenders that kicked that ball out of bounds.
Officials
refused to let my ball chasers do their jobs at two of our games. The other
times, complaints were the order of the day.
The team
had 14 underclassmen. The lack of experience showed. The 1980-81 varsity soccer
team ended the season with a 1-16-1 record. The win and the tie were both
against the only team in our league weaker than Monte Vista that year.
In a not
so subtle jab at our lack of success, the school yearbook chose this photo of
my to include among the team pictures.
· My freshman goalie ended up as an
All-League selection in his senior year.
· Several of the players have
contacted me and hold no grudge.
· There were no serious injuries. Except to me. More on that during my
next Almanac post.
· We won more than one game in each
of the next two seasons.
I bowed out of that coaching
assignment after the 3rd year. It was obvious the program needed
more expertise than I would ever have.
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