Through no doing of my own other than drawing the short straw at a long-ago organizational meeting, I ended up coaching a co-ed recreational soccer team of 10-year-olds several years ago. I'd never played soccer in my life, had never really coached anyone, either, and had probably watched one or two soccer games, ever. My team included what, to this day, might be, collectively, the most un-athletic group of young men (my son included) ever assembled on a youth soccer field.
But, somehow I was given a roster that included several good girls. After about, oh, 10 minutes of practice, I deduced that I should build my team around three of the girls:
-- One, built like a fire hydrant, with an absolute brick of a right foot, wanted nothing more than to give the what-for to a bunch of 10-year-old soccer players -- and if they were boys, all the better. She became my last line of defense. My coaching advice: "Don't let anyone past you, and when you get to the ball, kick the heck out of it." She became a four-year starter for our high school girls soccer team, as a defender, and is going on to play collegiately at the Div. III level.
-- The second, tall and skinny, was the second-fastest kid on our team, and had an athletic grace that you can spot -- right away -- at that age. She was one of two forwards, and scored a lot of goals basically by getting to the ball quicker than everyone else and outrunning everyone to the goal. I never once told her to stay in her position; if she could get to the ball, I told her to go get it and do something with it. She ended up earning 12 varsity letters at our high school, including four in soccer, and earned the school's athlete-of-the-year award this past spring.
-- The third, the shortest player on the team (she might have been 4-feet-tall -- maybe...), was the fastest player on the team, had a motor that wouldn't stop, and had -- I swear this is true -- at the age of 10 a Gretzky-like way of seeing plays develop on the field that no one else did. My coaching consisted of leaving her alone and taking her out occasionally to make sure she'd get a water break. She ended up being this:
http://host.madison.com/sports/columnists/rob_hernandez/article_6decdb12-7cb8-11e0-b053-001cc4c03286.htmlI, of course, credit the coaching.