When I was in 4th grade, 45 years ago(!), I was properly introduced to soccer. (I know, I know - most of the rest of the world calls it by the name that makes the most sense: football. But I am an American, so I'll stick with what we call it.) And by "properly" I mean I learned about it. This was America, in the early 1980s, after all! My elementary school had announced a youth soccer league, and I went to the first practice that afternoon when school was done. The only thing I really remember about it was the coach telling us that when the ball was thrown back in, after going out-of-bounds, you had to throw it with both hands over your head. It didn't matter though, because when my mom picked me up from the practice she said I couldn't keep participating in soccer because it was too hard for her to come and get me every day. So that ended my formal introduction to soccer, and from then on I only learned more about the beautiful game during our recess breaks. So I have been woefully…
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