He was very active at a younger age.

He was always doing dear devil stuff.

Like, you know, he had no fear of get it injured.

So we decided to put them in an activity.

I think he was 10 years old, and we started out in house.

Marjorie, Chris's mom, is looking at a soccer photo of her son,

not just looking, studying, remembering a time that was a lot simpler.

His jersey is yellow with red trim around the cuffs and the neckline.

Shorts are red, socks are a blend, and those eyes, they blaze confidently at the camera, a winner's look, no smile.

He's got his right foot perched on a ball in that classic soccer stance.

The first practice we went to, there was a coach day that wanted them.

Chris was a natural.

I know a bit about the youth game, having coached competitive soccer. Every once in a while, an exceptional player comes along.

And he was scouted out there. Playing the game? The only one?

He had the potential.

Talking to Chris's mom, Marjorie, with his dad Lloyd chiming in from time to time,

it has a familiar feeling.

If you've ever been on a bleacher during a practice or game, no matter the sport,

you've heard the chit chat from parents.

They spin through the names and qualities of teams their kids played for,

never quite satisfied.

Eventually, Chris's province and country came calling.

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