So, I finally watched Isaac, just before season ends.
It is certainly a differnet game played by eight year olds compared to twelve year olds-one forgets. One thing for sure is slightly less off the 12 year olds cry when they are given out. Isaac was in a group of two-maybe a worrying sign of not “caring enough”. The kids had good fun, though I am not so sure that could be said of all the parents. the parents of Isaac’s team were relaxed and the coach was calm. The oppo were the opposite. The coach was constantly on the pitch, or shouting from the side. He and other parents were questioning the decisions-even though their umpire was giving them. Strange stuff.
Then after my coffee-very civilised, went of to see the latter stages of Joe’s game. Very slow akin to NZ-England-though quality of batting higher!
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere
