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“You’ve go to be kidding?” I asked “That was a definite dive!”, but the referee was having none of it and duly awarded a penalty. These things happen as part and parcel of the game but when it’s on your debut for a club that’s just made you their highest paid player the timing could have been better it’s got to be said! I remonstrated long enough to annoy the penalty taker and somehow still managed to avoid a yellow. It was a penalty, that I couldn’t deny, but the fact that it was totally my causing made it worse. A routine through ball which required a basic sliding gather of the ball saw me bring my knees in to protect me far too early and the ball bounced off my knees and into the path of the onrushing striker. Panic always sets in then as you have just a split second to attack the ball again, except that I didn’t, I chose to go straight for his legs as he’d just drawn level with me and I was still on the floor. I managed to get enough traction to push myself into his path and outstretched my arm to successfully deny him an open goal. Quite how I never received a card for it I’ll never know but I was always lucky with referees in that regards. I’ve always tried to treat the referees with huge respect as I could never do that job and I hope that the fact that I caused them relatively few headaches during my career helped to appease them a little in situations such as these. My mistake, sorry boys, but now it’s up to me to do something about it.

I’ve always had a relatively high success rate against penalties, certainly managing to predict the right way even if the pace beat me, and again I fancied my chances. As a goalkeeper I was a natural loner and this situation always suited me to a tee…….me against them. I eyeballed the striker and watched his body language; I was diving to my right. At what height he hit the ball was then down to pure chance but I knew that I was playing the percentages in my favour and all I had to do was get in the way. With the eyes of my new teammates piercing the tension, not to mention the sub keeper in the dugout who’s place I’d pinched upon my arrival at the club; I knew I was under pressure. The striker placed the ball after I’d eventually given it back to him and started to pace out his run up. I was in no doubt which side he was shooting and as he struck the ball I took my initial step into the dive. BOOM! The ball cannoned off my knee, in fact the same knee as earlier, and rebounded to the relative safety of their full back on the touchline where he was dispossessed by our striker with a well timed sliding tackle. It is always a buzz when your team mates crowd round for the obligatory high fives and pats on the back, but even more so when you’ve just clawed yourself out the hole in which you dropped yourself in the first place. We subsequently went on to win the game 2-0 and as a direct result topped the table of which we would eventually finish second after a long arduous season.

This incident was what sparked my interest in coaching; what if I hadn’t made that save and went on to have an absolute ‘mare? Who would support me at my new club? We didn’t have a goalkeeper coach as they were a rarity at professional level let alone at our stage of the pyramid. It would’ve been pretty certain that the gaffer wouldn’t have helped as his priority is to win games and not friends; even though he was the reason for me signing on I’m not naïve enough to know that football is solely a results business and the gaffer was certainly a big enough character to make the big decisions when necessary. My only route of support would have been the sub keeper, and that would have been limited as I’d stolen his thunder by signing on, but we are all aware that the keepers union does indeed exist and we eventually went on to create a good working relationship between ourselves. He was the first goalkeeper that I ever coached as I became increasingly frustrated later on in my career at the lack of options for the keeper that I made the decision of, rather than complain, do it myself. That has always been my way in life and, like everyone, I naturally moan and whinge in the vain hope that someone will listen but eventually I will have a go to rectify it myself. The gaffer was a top man and had no qualms in allowing us to train separately from the lads, although there was the inevitable banter when they were doing their circuits and fitness work and we were still working with a football. Looking back on it now, those early sessions were formative of my coaching ethos I’ve adopted now – every session shall include a football from start to finish.

For instance, let me give you one example of one of the absolute best drills to improve the players condition as well as their ability to make good decisions during a soccer game:

= Small-Sided Games

The variations are endless, and by making a few small adjustments, you make these drills so intense and demanding that it’s insane.

At the end of a game when the players are tired, the team where the players can make the best decisions is the team that will win the game. Sure, you may be able to run a mile at a pretty decent time, but that’s got nothing to do with soccer.

Sitting on the sidelines in discomfort and watching my team was hard, especially as I had been put there by an innocuous challenge, but it certainly sped up my progression into coaching. My posterior cruciate ligament was torn and I was sidelined for a season undergoing regular intensive physiotherapy sessions and a rehab programme. I was well on the road to recovery when I hit from behind when stationary in a road traffic accident and clattered my knee against the dash board due to the inertia caused by the other driver and extensively damaged it again, undoing the months of hard work I’d recently put in. that was it, my playing days were well and truly gone. As with everything I do, if I’m doing something then I aim to be the absolute best that I can be at it and hence I undertook as many coaching qualifications as I possible could fit in in a ridiculously short space of time. I aimed to provide each goalkeeper that I worked with as much insight into the game as physically and mentally possible as I embarked on my new fledgling career as a goalkeeper coach. Having received no specific coaching personally I wasn’t dogged by the “Do it this way” mentality that follows the majority of coaches and I was free to develop my own personal style, ideas and methodology. I am a huge student of how people work and watch many, many coaches in their mannerisms and style and took the bits that would suit me and adapted those that wouldn’t until I found a style that works. And it is with this style that I lead you into the magical world of Coaching the Goalkeeper by Bob Warby

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