Indoor Soccer Champion

I’m taking my son to the podiatrist today. He’s been complaining about sore feet for the last few weeks now, so I figured enough was enough. 

“Son, you aren’t going to win the world championship of indoor soccer like that,” I said. 

He responded with, “But I don’t want to be a champion indoor soccer player. I want to be a surgeon.”

“Nonsense,” I said. “It’s been your dream to be a champion indoor soccer player ever since I could walk. Don’t give up now.”

 That was the end of the conversation, and I’m taking him to the podiatrist after school. Maybe all he needs is some circulation socks. I’m sure it’s nothing serious. After all, he can’t fulfil his dream if he has a chronic medical condition.

Truth be told, Tim isn’t the best indoor soccer player out there. He’ll get better with practice, though. My coaching is going to pay off eventually. What he needs is to play more selfishly. He’s always passing the ball to his teammates, rather than taking the shot himself. That’s why I wanted him to be on a one-person team, but the local Indoor Soccer Association wouldn’t allow it.

Maybe after we get children’s orthotics consultation near Cheltenham we can go to the local park and do some practising. Even though the park doesn’t have walls, I paint a rectangle in the grass and treat it like a boundary. I told Tom that he doesn’t need to use the walls strategically because they vary depending on where you play. In some areas, you’ll have rope nets, while others have solid brick walls. It’s important to perform your best no matter what the conditions are.

I still can’t get over his comments from earlier today, though. What was he on about, wanting to be a surgeon? Surgeons aren’t famous. If you want everyone in Australia to know your name you have to represent them at the Indoor Soccer World Championship. I’m sure it was just an odd thought that won’t return, even if he spends way too much time playing Operate On.