‘Mama, don’t get disappointed, it’s not that bad.. if it wasn’t for that 10 points between us I would be leading only by 3..’
My son (10) doing his best to cheer me up during our table tennis match leading 17-4.
‘Mama, don’t get disappointed, it’s not that bad.. if it wasn’t for that 10 points between us I would be leading only by 3..’
My son (10) doing his best to cheer me up during our table tennis match leading 17-4.
Table tennis advanced level:
net PLUS water ditch.
Our son, Walter (10 ys) started playing table tennis end of September – this week the coach invited him to the inter club championships as competition player.
Today is his first match – I have come to see him play.
Walter – getting acquainted with his own team mates and the opponents – puts the question to the coach:
‘Sorry, what did you say again the age group in the category ‘Youth’ was?’
Coach: ‘People can play here until 21. So in this youth championships you still have 11 years to go – 1 year more that you have lived altogether so far – success!’
Ps: Walter on the photo from the back, in white – no club t-shirt exists in his size.
My little son’s table tennis coach (watching us hitting some balls as warming up) commenting on my forehand topspin:
Our son, Walter (10 years old), started with table tennis only 3 months ago but he seems rather gifted, so he already trains with the grownup males for 2 months (needless to say he is the smallest/youngest).
One day one of his club mates, a gentleman in his 40s, asks me to come and have some hits before the training starts.
He doesn’t know me, and after some topspin, backspin and contra he raises his eyebrow wondering.
Another club mate explaining:
‘She is Walter’s mama.’
He: ‘Ah ok. Then, of course, it’s easy..’