We All Wore Blue (eBook)

Emerson Robbins (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
210 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-2461-2 (ISBN)

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We All Wore Blue: The Inspiring True Story of a Youth Soccer Team's Journey from Underdogs to Champions. By Emerson Robbins Winner of the 2021 Readers Favorite Books Contest & 2021 Indie Reader Discovery Awards Winner A truly inspirational story for our country and world that any fan of the 'beautiful game' or just those who enjoy reading inspirational stories are sure to love. Our story begins with a young recreational team, the veritable 'Bad News Bears' of soccer. This hapless team of nine-year-olds hadn't won a single game for three straight years until a new coach to the area is asked to take over. One day, the new coach spots a young African boy sitting in the park jealously watching the boys his same age practice. The coach kindly invites him over, discovering that the boy, Jamal has only recently come to the US, having spent much of his childhood in a Kenya refugee camp. Jamal, a decent player, but clearly no super-star, is soon invited to join the team. The boy's younger brother, Yaqub also joins the team a few practices later. The two brothers, having great fun on their new team, begin talking up their experience to friends in their ESL class. Soon, a boy from Nepal joins the team, then a boy from Gambia, then from Fiji, from China, Holland and more... Over the next seasons, the team is progressively transformed from its genesis as a typical white suburban team to instead representing a melting pot of players from a myriad of different countries, races and religions. With the training, support, encouragement, plus some tough love from their coach, the team continues to metamorphose from possibly the worst team in the State to eventually becoming two-time State Champions. However, the real story is how these boys and their families unite and embrace one another in spite of their differences.

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We All Wore Blue: The Inspiring True Story of a Youth Soccer Team's Journey from Underdogs to Champions. By Emerson RobbinsWinner of the 2021 Readers Favorite Books Contest & 2021 Indie Reader Discovery Awards WinnerA truly inspirational story for our country and world that any fan of the "e;beautiful game"e; or just those who enjoy reading inspirational stories are sure to love. Our story begins with a young recreational team, the veritable "e;Bad News Bears"e; of soccer. This hapless team of nine-year-olds hadn't won a single game for three straight years until a new coach to the area is asked to take over. One day, the new coach spots a young African boy sitting in the park jealously watching the boys his same age practice. The coach kindly invites him over, discovering that the boy, Jamal has only recently come to the US, having spent much of his childhood in a Kenya refugee camp. Jamal, a decent player, but clearly no super-star, is soon invited to join the team. The boy's younger brother, Yaqub also joins the team a few practices later. The two brothers, having great fun on their new team, begin talking up their experience to friends in their ESL class. Soon, a boy from Nepal joins the team, then a boy from Gambia, then from Fiji, from China, Holland and moreOver the next seasons, the team is progressively transformed from its genesis as a typical white suburban team to instead representing a melting pot of players from a myriad of different countries, races and religions. With the training, support, encouragement, plus some tough love from their coach, the team continues to metamorphose from possibly the worst team in the State to eventually becoming two-time State Champions. However, the real story is how these boys and their families unite and embrace one another in spite of their differences.

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Chapter 1

The Kickoff

I never would have imagined I’d someday be coaching a soccer team. Even though I’d always loved sports, I didn’t know the first thing about soccer growing up, other than it was popular around the world, and it was played with one’s feet. They didn’t have soccer around where I grew up, or if they did, I sure didn’t know anything about it.

I was never a great athlete myself. I was the guy the coach would spot playing in the gym and say, “Hey, Robbins, looking good. You should come out for the team this year.” Then, I’d go to tryouts, and for two straight years, I was the last guy cut. No hard feelings. I deserved to be cut. I was the kid who was not quite good enough to make the team but usually one of the best in the regular gym classes. It never stopped me from playing hoops after school in my driveway and later on in adult leagues and at the local health club.

However, when I became a father, it was pretty clear that my firstborn son, Ben, was a natural athlete. When he was only about two and a half, he could throw a whiffle ball up and hit it in the air with a bat. I could see he was no chip off the ol’ block. Instead, it looked like he might own the block. I couldn’t wait until he was old enough to play a sport.

My name is Emerson Robbins, known to all my friends as Skip. My brother Steve and I owned a chain of engagement ring stores, which is how I found myself one evening at a boring industry dinner dance, the kind where everyone sits at round tables and is served the proverbial chicken or fish dinner, ordered in advance. Though I always hated these types of events, it was expected for me to be there, and I’m usually a get-along kind of guy.

I was sitting at a table next to a friend of mine in the biz, Bob Sears. Bob was a sales rep for a big jewelry wholesaler. We didn’t do much business together, but he and I always got along well. His wife Renee was entertaining Sherri, my wife, with a story about the time, many years ago, when she went out on a date with Elvis. Yes, The Elvis!

Bob said, “Logan, my six-year-old, is having a blast playing soccer.”

“Cool; where does he play?” I asked.

“He plays through AYSO at the Sherman Oaks Park; you know, the fields off Woodman.”

AYSO is the American Youth Soccer Organization, the largest organization in the country for youth soccer, founded in Torrance, California, in 1964.

I didn’t hear much about soccer growing up; as mentioned, it just wasn’t played in my neck of the woods. “I’ve been wanting to sign Ben up for a sport. When are sign-ups?” I put in.

Bob, taking a bite from his cheesecake, said, “I think they’re next month.”

I was also thrilled that Sherri was enjoying her conversation with Renee, which hopefully meant I wouldn’t have to dance.

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So, with Bob’s encouragement, I decided to sign Ben up. When the AYSO sign-ups opened, I was there first thing to register my son to play at AYSO Region 58 in Sherman Oaks.

Ben ended up on a team coached by a gentleman who looked more like a bird-watcher than a coach...turned out, his hobby really was bird-watching.

He even wore the dorky shorts and vest. It didn’t take long before I figured out that this not-very-athletic-looking gent knew even less about soccer than I did, and, worse, he proved to be totally inept dealing with young kids, even his own.

The first season was a long one for this unfortunate team. For me, too…the boys lost every game. They didn’t keep score at that age, but the kids knew what was happening. No one likes losing, especially every game. The kids learned very little about soccer, and most didn’t even have fun.

On the positive side, Ben enjoyed playing, and, as suspected, he turned out to be the best player on the team. Soccer, at that time, wasn’t a very popular sport in the U.S. There weren’t many parents, at least who we knew of, who understood the game or who were willing to put in the time to coach, so the league board members were always begging for volunteers.

I began to realize I should probably try to cut the bird-watcher some slack. At least he was trying to make a difference, and so, I decided to volunteer to coach a team. The region’s directors were thrilled to have another sucker, i.e., …volunteer step up.

Having a somewhat obsessive personality, I spent many evenings studying what I discovered was the world’s most popular sport, also known as the “beautiful game.” I ordered books and read them cover to cover. Most of the coaches in the league came from other countries, such as Mexico, England, Scotland, Ireland, Portugal, South Africa, Germany, Brazil, and other countries, where the game of fútbol is king and just about every boy grows up with a ball in his crib. I soon discovered that the top coach in the league was an Israeli gentleman named Abe.

I introduced myself to Abe. “They asked me to coach, but I’m fairly new to soccer, so I’m hoping I can ask you some questions every now and then. They tell me you’re the man to talk to.”

Abe smiled. “Sure, Skip, call me anytime,” he said, as he gave me his phone number.

I took Abe up on his kind offer and called him several times a week, each time bombarding him with questions. Abe always graciously complied. I can’t recall how many times I called Abe, but I know it was quite a few, and he really helped me learn the basics.

While I didn’t know much about soccer, I’d like to believe I’m a natural coach.

My first coaching gig was back when I was in high school. My younger brother, Steve, then in middle school, was on a local YMCA team. Steve’s Y team played baseball, basketball, flag football, track and field, and even competed in swimming—just about every sport but soccer. Steve’s team wasn’t doing well, and one day, he came home from practice and said his coach had quit, leaving the team high and dry. No parent stepped up, so Steve finally asked if I’d take over as coach.

I readily agreed and quickly got to work, preparing. My very first move was to encourage Steve to recruit all the best athletes at his middle school. Being a popular kid and a great salesman, Steve ended up convincing many of the top athletes at his school to join the team. The Condors soon soared from last place to the top team in their league in just about every sport, quite a dramatic turnaround. I don’t remember a lot about those years, but I do recall we had one kid on the team, Chris Haynes; this kid was huge, I mean really huge. He was also fast and powerful. He was a man among boys. During football season, flag football, Haynes was so intimidating that the opponents, instead of trying to grab his flag, would actually run from him to avoid having to make contact with him. It looked a bit like Gulliver versus the Lilliputians. He’d score a touchdown just about every time he had the ball. Steve also brought in some kids who were equally talented in some of the other sports our team competed in, and, as such, the Condors became a virtual juggernaut, destroying our competition. The lesson here was very clear! You don’t have to do a great deal of coaching when your team has vastly superior talent.

After the games, I’d pile Steve and his teammates into my old Chevy Nova and treat them all to ice cream. It so happened I worked at a local Baskin-Robbins and got a discount.

I think the only reason the co-owners of the franchise, two brothers, hired me was because my last name was Robbins, and they thought I had to be related to the Robbins who cofounded the famous company. The main offices for Baskin-Robbins were only a few miles from the store where I worked, so although I denied being any relation, I don’t think they ever believed me. I wasn’t even sixteen years old when I applied; however, within a short time, I proved to be a valuable employee, so much so that the owners appointed me as Store Manager after my being there for less than a year. I’d guess they saw how responsible I was, especially for a high school kid. Plus, they liked how I always tried to sell customers bottles of fudge sauce, caramel sauce, cones, and more, whenever someone ordered pints, quarts, or gallons of ice cream to go. Having grown up in a family retail business, I had an innate understanding of business and sales, which most high school kids just didn’t get.

Early one Saturday morning, just after opening the store up by myself, not an uncommon occurrence, since mornings were usually the slowest time of the day, in walks a young white guy, maybe in his early twenties, dressed in dirty jeans and a wrinkled white t-shirt. I approached him as he leaned against the counter to place an order, or at least, so I thought. Suddenly, he pulls out a gun, pointed directly at my stomach, from less than a few feet away. He then tells me to open up the register and hand him all of the cash in the drawer. Not a huge surprise at this point, as I figured he wasn’t there for the flavor of the month. I had no thoughts about anything other than doing what he said. I sure wasn’t going to try to play the hero and attempt to save the meager ice cream receipts, less than twenty dollars; plus, it seemed to me he might possibly be even more frightened than I was. I distinctly remember his hand shaking as he held the gun. He seemed as nervous as could be. This guy was definitely no Dillinger. It was probably his first holdup, guessing he was a druggie, desperate for funds to feed his habit. Who else would be dumb enough to rob an ice cream store, especially in the morning right...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.10.2020
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Sport
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-2461-7 / 1098324617
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-2461-2 / 9781098324612