It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide. Coach Smith was about 63 years old but that never stopped him from playing the sport of soccer. He had hair as dark as a raven which made him look 40 with a wig on. When ever he would run with us his hair dye would come dripping down his forehead. One days I was almost and an hour late to practice. His biggest pet peeve the team