Building Teams

I am utterly absorbed by coaching soccer.  This has been a surprising development in my life, with many wonderful consequences including the discovery that I love soccer as much as I love leading people.  It is both challenging and fulfilling to help the boys improve at what they do well and strive to get better at what they think they can’t do.  I help them show themselves the power of teamwork.

Coaching kids is remarkably like building and leading a work team of adults.  Everyone has skills; if you’re lucky those skills somehow apply to the task at hand.  Everyone has positive character traits and idiosyncrasies.  Getting people to work together takes being respectful and facilitating trust so that our skills are all a means to a productive, rather than discombobulated, end.

They are rowdy 10-12 year old boys, a group I once thought were intimidating aliens.  One is my height--I’m only 5' 1"--and the rest will reach me soon.  I only speak English, while among them they speak 4 languages, plus English.  I am white; they are a variety of ethnicities or races.  They are boys and occasionally use “girl” as a derisive term.  I, the feminist, say "hey, who's a girl?  I am, and I'm your coach!"  For now, because I play with them, they know I’m stronger and more skilled than they.  I’d like to think that makes them re-think what “playing like a girl” means, but maybe not.  If I let them stand around, they start chasing one another.  I have to work hard to keep my analytical explanations about how things work brief.  On the other hand, we are all jokers. We all enjoy learning, whether we know it or not.  We all like chasing balls and people, physically muscling our way to possession, and, occasionally, passing. We all want to play a team sport. Go Malden!

At the beginning of any season, I size up each player.  Of course I evaluate their soccer skills.
To get them to gel as a team I have to look beyond how they play soccer.
It's early in the season, but they are already working together on the field.  The proof of the pudding is seen in the eating, or, more aptly, in not eating at one another.  In the last game, Bruno got a yellow card for pushing opponents rather than purely going for the ball.  No one challenged the ref’s call.  No one lambasted Bruno.  They made mild fun of him for treating soccer like football and I have no doubt will call him on it during practice in a way that he will gracefully accept, which will lead him to go for the ball rather than for the person.

Before the second game of the season, my team of boys spontaneously chanted “team work, team work.”  Now that's never happened at work!  I grinned from ear to ear.

Yellow spreads the field: team work!

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