I got roped into being a "Level 1" footbal coach for about 4-5 years. I was taking my son to football practice run by Reading football club at £4 a pop at one of the local parks. Next door was a similar activity going on which I didn't pay much attention to. Over time the RFC coaches bacame unreliable and there would be a bunch of us kicking around waiting in vain for them to turn up. One day one the coaches from the community outfit wondered over and asked if my son want to join in with them. He was off in flash and had a great time and for a quid to cover the pitch rental. I used to wonder off, get a coffee and scurrilous tabloid.
One day, while I was watching them, I was thinking to myself how good it was that these Dads were giving up their Saturday mornings to provide this opportunity for the local kids. One of the organisers then got talking to me and said that he had secured some funding for coaching and did I want to get involved.....
Couldn't say no as what else was I reasonably doing on a Saturday morning?
To be honest I found it quite stressful, and I was a lousy coach. Any one of any talent I recommended they move on and find an outfilt that was putting forward teams into a league. However, giving them a semi organised runaround which they loved, made up for it. Most of the kids were great, but there was always one or two that were a pain and began to spoil it for everyone as they grew older. I ended up sending one lad off, only for his father to jump in and start giving it to me, so I sent him off too (and asked them not to return).
I knew my days were numbered so I called it a day at the end of the season. My son tells me that he fondly remembers these Saturday mornings. "Good times".
Reward enough
Eb