You so do not need an
adrenaline junky life,
stupid kinky BDSM sex
with old married ladies
when you get messages such as…
“HEY , our Son, ______ has been LOVING the football trainings”…
“Hi again, thank you so much for all your efforts,
______ is the happiest and most tired he has been the whole holidays” …..
even tho it was raining….”
Are you doing any more outside normal times?”
“You deserve so much credit for finding any energy at all,
especially with your back. We, as parents, owe you so much…”
All this and I have only been with the kids for a few hours.
One kid has AUTISM quite badly. Intelligent enough, but a real social handful. His mates have adhd, and I have managed to “control” the Autism New Zealand Wellington kid by getting the ADHD kids to help me help him.
I take no prisoners as a coach. But EVERYONE, eventually, can see shit starting to work already. The parents may hate me calling their kids “shit heads” or “lazy little fucks”… I don’t think that is in the coaches handbook.
But then, at the end of the day, the bloody kids end up happy and everyone see’s it all coming together. Just a few passes stick together, some kid does a header even and a kid scores, without it looking like plain dumb luck! Coach demands high fives (NOT HARD ENOUGH BOY. SLAP IT LIKE YOU HATE IT. THAT’S THE WAY). Coach picks up kids who get things right and runs around the field like a home coming from a World FIFA U-20 World Cup Winning team.
Luckily my script of Ritalin is due, the non married blonde who talks kinky as hell, but is actually a bit vanilla and my car are all available.
Even if having a lot of drugs before oral sex whilst driving miles too fast almost bores me.
Still, it’s better than nothing.
It’s just not as good as coaching a bunch of crazies.
AND – PS – EVEN MORE PEOPLE HAVE STUMBLED OVER THIS BLOG AND BRUCE K ALEXANDER.