Nicole in the Goal was my nickname on my high school soccer team. I was the goalkeeper. And might I add, a state champion goalkeeper.
I still get chills watching the replay of the video. It’s beautiful. My club coach didn’t come to the game because he didn’t think our team stood a chance.
I can’t talk about soccer without referencing that. Here’s what I really wanted to blog about:
Athletes are athletes and they always will be. You can certainly take the girl out of the game, but you can’t take the game out of the girl.
I played goalkeeper for my indoor team last night for the first time in a long time. I’ve been playing in the field a lot lately. We were pretty easily beating this team, but I let a goal in. It was my fault; I had my hand on the ball. I just had poor form, probably from not playing in a long time. Letting that goal in really upset me though.
It got me thinking though. I had several decent saves, but letting in that goal bothered me more than letting in the game-tying goal against a really good team, which is weird. The game against the good team could be the difference between a championship and being first loser, but the other one has really no impact on the game.
Retrospectively, the goal from the good team hurts more, but in the moment – when that awful team scores on you – your ego is just shattered and you can’t help but to tell yourself that you are better than that and you need to get your act together.
We won 14-2. The second goal wasn’t my fault.