Ha. I have a soccer player also. Generally, he lags behind picking up fallen players, even those who aren’t on his team. A little softy, that one.
On topic, I love to write sounds so that readers can imagine what they would be.
An example from something I wrote about being inebriated in my youth:
“There she was, peeping out from behind the black clouds like a dancer’s knees beneath her skirt. My eyelids fell. The cicadas were climbing out. I lay there, my body too alive to move, listening to their spiked legs rake against the bark at the base of the tree.”
Great topic, Pegs.