Due to the fact Ciera apparently is a fan of really LONG movies, I can't show the clip of Rakes scoring a breakaway goal. I guess 2:37 is too long for Blogger to be able to process.
Needless to say, it was classic Rakes; score the goal, run over and high five Dad, then dart back to the starting circle, jump around and remind everyone HE was the one who scored, then take the ball and run about 30 yards out of bounds while the ref's whistle blows.
Reminder to self: Go over the basic rules with Rakes before the next game.
In addition to finding out I've been made assistant coach (I've got my own green Sharks jersey to prove it), Thursday night brought us a new, and not necessarily improved, Rakes.
First is the aforementioned loss of hearing. Second is the tendency to wander off the field when he wanted a drink of water, forget the fact that the GAME is going on. I just gotta keep telling myself he's 4, not 14.
As you watch the video, keep in mind that this was taken at the END of a 45 minute game, yet he runs around like he just showed up. Coach Wendell has given him the nickname "Popeye" and made Rakes promise he'd bring spinach for everyone else next time.
Finally, notice the look of absolute bewilderment on his face toward the end when the little girl grabs the ball with her hands; he asked me AT LEAST 12 times on the way home "why dat dirl use her hands? You TAN'T use your hands in soccer, Dad."
Leave it to Rakes. The only time he follows the rules is when there is a ball involved.