Published: Friday, October 19, 2012
Updated: Saturday, October 20, 2012 23:10
Patrick Wagner | The Seahawk
Everardo Morales coaches a soccer team for under-privileged children. Morales is taking a fifth year to continue coaching.
It’s half past noon on a Saturday, halftime, and Coach’s soccer team is down by two points. The players stand off-field, no taller than the red flag waving five feet above the northwest corner. So Coach crouches, elbows to knees, car keys swinging from his pocket, swiping the grass below.
His team needs a dose of inspiration from their mentor–just like their Coach did a decade ago.
Dust clouds rise from the adjacent gravel-and-dirt parking lot and drift towards the field. They settle between the beach chairs of sidelined parents crowding beneath a white birch for shelter from the early autumn sun.
One player’s canteen is bigger than his head, and as he tilts upwards to drink, water drips from his chin. The collar of his uniform is soaked–from water or sweat, it isn’t clear. When he has had enough, his wrists drop to the hem of his shorts and he waits, listening. Parents chatter, power lines hum, children shout, coolers slam shut and bees buzz.
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