Forget Cricket Boy, now he's assumed his true mantle once again. First match was on Saturday, which I missed because Princess was sick. It was a friendly, a very different kind of match, against a team of kids with disabilities, most of whom played with their parents alongside them.
Unfortunately we hadn't been able to prepare our kids properly for this, because we had been told the team was 'mildly disabled with some visual or slight physical problems'. Sadly this was way too gentle a description and the kids were quite startled by some of the disabilities. I'm angry with the club about the lack of information, because if they had told us the truth, and we had been able to explain it properly to the children, what to expect and how to behave and play, it could have been a much better experience on both sides. However, our kids did manage to play with some gentleness, but I think it was mostly because if the manager/coach saw any 'big boots', they'd whip the kid off and replace them with a tamer one. Our most timid boy had a whale of a time; I don't think he's ever been on for a whole match before!
Interestingly Soccer Boy said the kids were fine, but the parents were a pain, because they kept blocking them and they put a Dad in goal so he couldn't score. I don't think he grasped that the parents were there to prevent their kids being knocked over like skittles. After six months without his beloved round ball, all he wanted to do was score, score, score! I liked that he wasn't perturbed by the kids, though. He's quite an accepting boy, thankfully.