I was totally disappointed with training today.I was disappointed on so many levels - With myself, this team and the self-depreciating attitude that is festering among our 2nd year A's. We talk the good talk - we want a lot; to get in Premiers, to win games, to be fair to our teammates and go to tournament - but we are not willing to walk the walk - build skills through fundamentals or do the extra work outside school.
I was disappointed that players by their disruptive nature, not only stopped practice with their constant questions and bickering, but also denied themselves and their team mates the opportunity to get more done today.
I was disappointed with myself for not taking a tougher approach to discipline although this team has tested my patience so many times. As those who know me can attest, I have an extremely high tolerance level to most things (thanks to several years of judging and organising tournaments). But I am wary of the time we have left and what we have to learn. I am very close to going back to old school style trainings (all run, no fun, drill, drill, drill) to get things done.
It has never been my intention to make Robots. Anyone can make Robots. We could easily drill and scrimmage until the cows come home but that doesn't make real players in my opinion; because there is no path to achieve incremental success.
However, it has always being my philosophy to develop players; real players with real skills that can think for themselves and play anywhere, anytime. Maybe I was dreaming to think that Under-16 Girls would want the same thing for themselves. Maybe all they want to do is scrimmage and have a good time, which is fine, but we won't win any games doing that. Maybe there are deeper issues at play, only time will tell.
Still, I promised myself that I would never push a team so hard that we would need puke bins at half court like in the old days and I also promised myself that I would not became a 'factory' coach making Robots for the masses.
Right now, I feel we are a Flock without a Shepherd. The Sheep are running around everywhere and the Big Bad Wolf called the Grading Round is waiting to pounce. If they can't work for each other, they'll never get home and if I don't get them home, they're going to get eaten. I can't have that. Not this year. Not on my watch. Time to Shepard-up and get it done.


