Then came the day of the practice that both wanted, but there was a problem. Piti did not askpermission from his pop. He arrived at the school at 8 a.m. and waited for the coach to arrive, kicking the ball down the sidewalk. His shoes made him feel like a real player. The coach took a long time. He didn’t arrive until 10 a.m.
They started with exercises. His dad happened to go by the school.
“Go home right now! You can’t play soccer any more. You didn’t ask for permission.”
The coach said, “That’s okay. He can play soccer.”
Piti’s dad said, “No. He didn’t ask for permission. He can’t play now.”
“Go home. You can't play in the neighborhood. You have to stay in your room for three months. I don’t want you to play soccer.”
Piti began to cry. Piti said to his dad, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
His dad said, “I don’t care. Come with me. You got trouble.”
Piti looked back at the coach as they left.
On Monday, Piti said, “What happened coach?”
Coach said, “We’re going to fix that.” Coach called Piti’s dad. “Why won’t you let him play soccer?”
“I don’t want him to play soccer?”
Coach asked ‘why’ again.
But Piti’s dad just hung up the phone.