Keiths Konversations With Matthew

I first met Matthew last soccer season. His older brother played in my under 8 team. Through our conversations, Matthew and I have struck up a friendship, even though we didn't see each other between August and February - which must be a lifetime for a little chap.

Our conversations are usually a series of questions, each of us exploring the other in our different ways. When I talk with Matthew, I try to remember to squat down on my haunches so as not to intimidate him. This action brings it's own reward because I'm able to look straight into his beautiful eyes. Matthew always looks me straight in the eye. I see trust and innocence.

Last year Matthew wanted to be part of the team, so we gave him a spare shirt and let him run on the field at kick off time. He loved it but wanted to know why he couldn't stay as long as the bigger boys. "Because you have to be 5 years old and we don't want you to be hurt", was my explanation. He accepted my answer without protest.

On the first training night this season, Matthew arrived with his big brother and sought me out. "Excuse me coach" (Matthew is always polite). "Do you still have my soccer shirt?" "Of course, Matthew". "Can I wear it now?" I remembered to squat and said "We only wear shirts on match days Matthew, but you can wear a bib if you like". Matthew laughed. "A training bib" I hastily added, realising my own stupidity. I helped him into a bib and then asked "How old are you now Matthew?" "About Five" came the totally unexpected reply.

I suppressed my smile with great difficulty and after further questions Matthew admitted he will be five in July. He can't wait. Neither can I.

Keith the Koach, March 2001