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7 comments:
I'm curious as to how often Petey, the youngest, has to retrieve wayward balls from the rows of corn adjacent to the pitch...
or how many cobbs get knocked off and if there's a points system for that.
I keep waiting for Malichi (sp?) to come out and start yelling OUTLANDER_OUTLANDER
In my playing days back in the 80s when soccer was new to the area, and proper fields were few and far between, our "home" field, which was in fact at our rival's school, was located next to a large commercial farm cornfield.
We had many an errant shot go into the tall stuff during those autumn games.
The following year they erected a special 25 foot chain link fence behind one of the goals so that balls wouldn't go flying into the corn.
The layout of the field is a little off. Six yard box comes right off the post. Should be six yards from the post.
Times they are a changin' and you've got to love it.
I started playing at 7y.o. when AYSO came to my farm-town in Nebraska. We knocked down a corn field, put up goals, and put down some chalk. That was about it as far as a "pitch" for us. I went on to play D-1 at Creighton U. and semi-pro in Germany.
A video of corn just feet away from the field brings back a TON of memories!
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