Flashback
/National Trials PT2
Now for the "easy bit"
The
next day, my wife decided to take on the mantle of Head Coach standing
behind the goal posts issuing her orders – so what else is new.
She told me to imagine some one
that I did not like was behind the goal and was aiming the ball
to fall square on their head.
I thought of the wife’s mother
and the form soon started to improve.
My Wife/Coach backed by my young
daughter and her friends turned to cheerleading in an attempt to
try and get me to produce something special.
Well the big day had finally dawned
and Mother Nature was doing her washing.
The rain was pelting down.
I had shaken off a leg injury but was still kicking further
than I had started.
At stake for us hopefuls was to
capture on of the seven roster spots in Jim Criner's squad for next
year.
I got to Stepps playing field
with plenty of time. Two
coaches half a dozen players and a Rottweiler named Tyson soon joined
me. And as he guys
were chatting amongst themselves, that dam dog would not leave my
side.
Whilst the guys were think about
gridiron glory, it looked as if the mutt was looking at me and thinking
LUNCH.
The then Claymores National Coach,
Mike Kenny then started to give out the forms for us to fill in
and said “ Get changed and then get upstairs where Coach Criner
will talk to you – and keep your greedy hands off the coffee – that
is for the staff.”
After the pre briefing, we wee
then separated into our respective groups, where guys were being
tested with 40 yard sprints and 220 lb bench presses.
But Coach Criner had taken us away from the madness where
it was time to finally get our kicking legs in gear.
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