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I can vividly remember some of my first experiences playing soccer. My dad had built a large soccer net out of plywood in the backyard of the farm-house where we lived in Aldergrove. He and my older brother would play out there almost every day and I – being a typical little sister – would chase them around, determined to play too. My brother’s taunts soon got to me, and I decided I wanted to go to a soccer camp, and join a team so that one day, I may be able to steal the ball from him.
Fast-forward 23 years, and I am in awe of the impact that soccer has had on my life. Living in a community of Tibetans that are crazy about soccer – or football – has given me some great opportunities to play, coach, talk about, and reflect on ‘the beautiful game’ and the reasons…
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