The two teams faced each other.
I remember sitting there on the edge of my seat, twisting my hands into my lap and trying not to think of everything that could go wrong.
Just before the game began, she looked up into the stands where I was watching and gave me a grin, her bright pink mouthguard looking too big for her tiny mouth.
Soccer matches could be brutal, but no more so than at a kid’s game.
The game itself wasn’t the problem, it was the parents in the crowd.