Just under a year ago I bumped into an old friend in Tesco (booze isle). He told me his lad hadn't played a game in six weeks. His team had too many players, and they were picking 6 year olds 'on merit'. I couldn't believe it, and agreed to help him out until he qualified as a coach. They played their first game in November in a kit I purchased for them. We lost count of the score in a very heavy defeat at Moss Bank (I think).
Today, I was almost overcome with emotion- they played the best football I've seen from 7 year olds outside of an academy. We played most of the game with two players less than our opponents, won 12-1, and could've scored 20. Six different scorers, and the other two came close. We passed, communicated, fought and were ruthless. A year ago, these kids wouldn't shout their own name.
Never been as proud as a coach... An hour earlier I was coaching another set of 7 year olds who are too shy to shout their own name...
Football; I fucking love it