Saturday, July 24, 2010

Staying In Shape


Me 30 lbs and three knee surgeries ago. At 40 I believe I can get back to something near that. Dads have to stay in shape. We are too important and the family needs us in the game wearing the captain's arm band. Do you want to perform the best you can for them? How much more time before your role is not so needed? Make it count.
I cut my sugar intake and soccer train. I got up to 205 lbs and now I am back down to 185 and dropping. I use various Coerver Method techniques, Brazilian circuit, plyometrics (if the knees are up for it), and stuff I just make up with a bunch of cones and a big brick wall. I keep moving for 30 minutes and more. I work in some situps and pushups of course. I love to do a lot with the ball. I hate just jogging around the neighborhood and as a matter of fact jogging is adverse conditioning for a soccer player. A soccer player is quick, agile, and must recuperate fast after every run. Lot of changes in speed, stopping, cutting, jumping, sliding, tumbling. Jogging actually slows a soccer player's condition. Jogging certainly doesn't cover the muscle sets involved in playing soccer. I am playing coed with the wife and I feel safer as I play. Also everyone says I rock out there.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Beautiful Game on two levels

You may have heard the term “Joga Bonita” in reference to soccer. It means “the Beautiful Game.” It is, on one level, referring to the graceful skills needed for the world’s most popular sport. The fancy footwork of Ronaldinho and Christian Reynaldo is nice to watch and can be appreciated by even the casual soccer observer. The pin point accuracy of Beckham, Iniesta, or Xavi Hernandez is something to admire. But there is a second level of beauty that is overlooked. If you are a coach this second level is the kind of beauty you really want your players to obtain. Spain and Holland had this second beauty in truck loads and it is the major reason they were in the World Cup final. The first level of beauty has mainly to do with the ball—who is controlling it, dribbling it, shooting it, etc. Your most skilled players can bring many moments of pizzazz and entertainment. But they are brief and the excitement is fleeting. You could have a whole bunch of guys with flashy tricks and stunning acrobatics, but then you would merely have a circus show, you would not have a team. To appreciate this second level of beauty that I speak of, one has to closely pay attention to what players are doing off the ball.
As I watched the WC final my heart was flooded by the intense commitment, respect, and love that the players had for each other. Every player worked hard, but not for themselves, rather for their teammates. They were consistently in the spaces their teammates needed them to be. They made runs just to open the defense up and create space for another player. If a vital opportunity was missed or a shot went wide, I didn’t see players admonishing the attempt, sneering resentfully at their wonting teammate, rather I saw sympathetic disappointment, knowing that the failed attempt was mutually as important. They were 100% in it together. They must be unified when you consider the enormous pressure they are under. Outstanding squads such as the Spanish and Dutch, attain almost a marital level of co-dependency on the field. Their level of communication can match that of couples beyond twenty years of marriage. They know what the other is thinking. They envision simultaneously solutions to situations. They know which foot a teammate prefers to receive the ball. They know just how fast each other are. They count on each others’ support, defensively and offensively. The second level of beauty is the communal aspect of soccer. If you do not play well as a team, no matter how much talent you are stacked with, egos, selfishness, and pride can turn the beautiful game ugly. (France, for example.)
During the 2010 final, the slightest bit of selfishness I saw was on the pregame-face of Fernando Torres as he entered the stadium, knowing he would not start and may not even play at all. He is young, ambitious, and extremely talented. But the fact remained he was not ready. His prior injury still had him out of top form. It would take away from the team and Del Busque (the coach)knew that. When Fernando was played the last few minutes of the match he pulled a muscle. A little lessen that hopefully will serve him well as he has at least two world cups still obtainable in his career.
Coaches… respect, unity, and love are beautiful things. Orchestrate activities with behaviors that exemplify these principles and you will be giving your players a foundation toward the building of, not just a beautiful game, but a beautiful life.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Soccer Dad Pledge


My child is on the field to have fun and grow strong and healthy.
This time in their life is brief yet most important.
I must consistently be present with positive support, offering sound advice and plenty of encouragement.
I revel in their victories and bolster them through their defeats.
My example will be of self control and respect for all participants.
And I will allow them to learn unfettered by my approval.


by Robert Arista 2010

The last part of that pledge, "unfettered by my approval," is real important to understand. Letting your dad down is the worse feeling. Us dads easily forget how powerful our love is. Some of us think that our job is done with paying the bills or providing insurance and such. But our job is so much more. We hold the combination to the emotional vault. The love we hold in that vault is limitless and it can empower our children to be far more successful people than can our criticism and cynicism. Are you a dad that feels compelled to point out every mistake or display impatience with each shortcoming? Is your child the player that is constantly looking over at you after every poor play to see your frown or hear your complaint? Stop it! Shut up and enjoy the game! Perfectionism has no place in youth sports. Save it for resumes and covert military operations. My seventeen year old has never heard me yell a negative word in all his life while on the field, and he is well on his way to college ball. My point is... he is where he is at because I realized that he is way harder on himself than I could ever be. If he played poorly, he will tell me so himself. And it is then that we can analyze what should be done differently for the next game. If I have a question about a decision he made on the field, I will save it for the drive home. He has given me some pretty surprising answers. As he is playing, he doesn't need to to be worried about what I am thinking over on the sideline. He knows I'm proud of him no matter what. That is why he is a confident, self-assured kid.

What's a soccer dad?


A soccer dad is a real man that has at least one child playing soccer, and may also be the coach, the manager, the waterboy, the referee, the taxi driver, the lawn chair hauler, the net pitcher, ball shagger, cone collector, photographer/videographer, the check writer, or that guy who's putting up that expanding tent thing on the sideline over the players, cursing as he pinches his fingers in it.