It's Academic

Earlier on this evening the Green Machine took on Everton's under 8s academy boys at their Finch Farm complex. Played indoors on a thick carpet of astroturf, it gave the boys the opportunity to pit their footballing wits against younger, but ultimately more talented players. The age difference was a great leveller, and the teams were evenly matched up to a point. But the extra sharpness of the Everton fledglings shone through as they triumphed 6-3, displaying power and strength that was admirable. It was a good test, and a steep learning curve on how the really talented play the game. I couldn't help feel a few pangs of jealousy.

Academy standard players are a breed apart. Hungry to learn, able to absorb instructions and new skills, they are a joy to watch. They are also unlike their contemporaries in that they will pass the ball at will, foregoing the usual selfish streak seen in boys of this age. They may at times pass the ball too much, and their long-term development as skillful footballers could be compromise as a result. It is so good to watch though, especially as they were no older than 8 years of age. It was also useful in that it showed where my own players stand in terms of ability. Some struggled whilst others flourished. Philip did okay although he wasn't nearly as effective as normal due to the constant presence of tenacious players snapping around his ankles. Like me, he isn't particularly competitive but he does try. One or two of the Everton boys were so strong it made you shudder, and one midfield collision in particular made me gasp. There were a few bumps and scrapes to show off after the game but nothing too serious. The boys departed just after 8pm, exhausted and a little demoralised after the defeat. But they could all hold their heads up high after performing well.

I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed after the match, even allowing for the fact that the team had played well. As a coach it is often difficult to conduct a meaningful session, given that many of the boys prefer acting up to listening in. I yearn to achieve the levels of concentration and attentiveness that the Everton coaches' enjoy. My one hour per week contact time, (excluding matches) is dwarfed by the three hours these boys enjoy. Factor in higher concentration levels, remove the disruption, and add in wonderful surroundings, and you have plenty of time to learn. I must always try to get it right in my 60 minutes, or I run the risk of having to wait another week to amends. It is tough, but that is reality for the junior football team coach. Satisfaction and frustration are inextricably linked, and are experienced in equal measures. But I couldn't give it up, not for a minute. I will continue, waiting and striving to achieve footballing nirvana. It may be a long time coming, but it will be well worth the wait.