My father has been coaching soccer for about nine years. He is a great coach and all the kids he coaches seem to like him very much. For the last six years he has put together a super team to go to the national championship for indoor soccer. For the last three years in a row his team has taken third place.

Over the last three years it seems like something uncontrollably always went wrong. One time the team had a key injury coupled with a kid being sick in the crucial part of the tournament. Another time he was faced with back to back games where his players were exhausted from the incredible level of competition.  Another time there was a mistake made in overtime that made them lose in a heartbreaking fashion, eliminating them from advancing. Nevertheless, I have to hand it to my dad for not giving up. He is like a robot that never gives up.

I guess third place at the national championship would be considered a great accomplishment in it’s own right. Well this year I want to wish The Mustangs luck in advance. Good luck boys and good luck dad. I have a feeling that this year is your year. Bring home first place the weekend of March 7th. I like the way national champions sounds.

Good luck,

Love Taylor