Their son played soccer at the school and I went to visit him that afternoon. Their team was playing well and had a very organized clock-like precision to the drills they were doing on the field.

As a tall American, they were excited to include me in their soccer practice for that day. It was a basic pass-the-ball to the guy in front of the net, guy in front of the net pounds it into the net. I had no idea what they were telling me to do, but I got in line and took a great kick at the ball and sent it flying wildly away from the net. It was a pretty bad shot.

They didn't ask me to practice with them anymore. It's probably just as well, because I don't really play soccer at all.