An excellent source of natural energy is restored – children play games
What if the newspapers only covered the games that matter most to us. Today you would read games played in gardens, schoolyards and greens.
Accurate reporting can be difficult to achieve, as even the players involved often come home with very different interpretations of the final score.
But you’ll never run out of a colorful post-game quote. “Tell us about that goal you scored.
Of course, hurling is in crisis, the Premier League has come to a halt in a whiff of boredom, the Olympics are still in doubt. But all around us, our common love of sport renews its vows. One of the great sources of natural energy has been restored: children play games.
During the training sessions, they were released from the inhuman prison of “contactless”, they are released from the purgatory of exercises.
Today I am brought home via Zoom for a chat with the Sixth Class at Templederry National School. And quickly reminded that this is a very special time in the calendar.
The School League is back. Classrooms and families are divided. Deep tribal loyalties in the team colors of green and blue and white and red were stirred. Captains are finalizing strategies, lunches are devoted to challenge matches and practice. And there are 24 decisive five-to-five games over the next four weeks.
These are their euros, their Olympics. And today, the greens pipet the reds in a thriller. It is fair that you read about it in the newspaper.
Bruno Fernandes is a fitting talisman for the current Manchester United – and not just because of the constant supply of penalties.
For the casual observer who might not watch United every week, Bruno always seems to have unusual passes out of the night, constantly misplacing passes in ways that commentators suggest she is unlike him at all. .
Still, he’s racking up goals and assists and the numbers don’t lie, they tell us, as does the table. At the same time, when we see Manchester United finish second in the table, we can’t help but think that someone is pulling the wool over our eyes, as it is not easy to remember several times when they have so well done.
Tonight the penalties, for once, cannot save them and the manager is again accused of not intervening tactically to solve a conundrum for his team. Like Bruno, will we one day know what to think of Ole?
He could be one of the great genius minimalists, making the most of his side by getting out of their way.
While men like Unai Emery exhaust technical areas with their pace and thinking, Ole prefers the worried but distant frown of a Stokes watcher Kennedy Crowley. Checking his small screen to watch how things are going, but well aware that there isn’t much he can do if something goes wrong.
There is something refreshing about it, in this age of micromanaging the brain from the sidelines. Perhaps by the time United’s slow but steady ascent to the top is over, Ole’s players will have received the perfect football training to work on their own.
Today, a collector’s item: Corkman admits a brief lack of confidence.
Spike O’Sullivan returns to the ring in Belgium on Saturday and entertained us at the Examiner by telling his life story in a podcast recorded in a few sessions.
He comes out this morning and tells about Spike’s first fight at Madison Square Garden.
Carried by the sense of the occasion, he goes shopping in New York and offers himself a white fur tracksuit with a gold trim, matching gold shoes.
As he says, “Ali G wouldn’t wear it.”
The night of the fight, he puts it in the hotel room, looks at himself in the mirror and hesitates. “I can’t do it, it’s too much”.
Due to being picked up in a cab with a few other fighters, he’s back in his street clothes and stepping out of the elevator into the lobby when a text message rings from his home. Former Cork pitcher and current selector Diarmuid O’Sullivan.
The message from the Rock is straightforward: “Enter the garden as you own it.”
Spike turns around. “Guys, back in a second.” When the elevator doors reopened, “the guys were almost blinded.”
This time he’s waving to the taxis: “I’ll see you there.” And Spike walks down 7th Avenue, in formal attire, the horns sounding, before winning by knockout in the boxing mecca.
Also in today’s sports section, former Kilkenny great Brian Hogan voices some concerns about the current passing style of Cork pitchers, wondering if a very structured and formulated game plan can withstand the increased intensity of the championship.
“It’s like the old saying,” he says. “Plans are great until you get a punch in the face.”
That’s a reasonable concern, but we also have to consider that they’ll have Sully, not only at ringside, but walking through the ring, wearing the hurleys, constantly reminding them that they own the place and that they are from Cork.
The young people of Templederry also bring a good competitive dynamic to the writing game: “What’s the longest word you can find in an article?”
So it’s fair to say that there was some floccinaucinihilipilification around the Champions League final, a urge to devalue this opportunity as a fake centerpiece, an unnatural rise bought by dirty money.
But there is also something pure about a battle of two footballers who rose to the top of their profession thanks to absolute immersion in the game and an obsession with details.
Today we learn that Tuchel spent two hours studying a Guardiola passage graph. And much of the build-up centers around the famous reunion of master and apprentice in a Munich pub, when they pushed salt shakers around their tables for hours like chess pieces and distilled the creation of space down to milliseconds and millimeters.
Speaking to Athletic last year, another up-and-coming German coach, Borussia Dortmund assistant René Maric, aptly described the helplessness that all coaches experience, but also how the best prepare players. at that punch in the face.
“There are endless decisions made in a football game. It is impossible for the coach to make these decisions for the players. We can give them a guideline or a “solution space” through principles they must perceive, decide and execute on the ground.
“What makes Pep Guardiola special is the amount of technical and tactical content he is able to communicate to his team, allowing them to react to problems. During his days at Bayern, it didn’t matter what opponents did – in a fraction of a second they could change, adapt and find a new solution. ”
Of course, there are things that even men cannot control. We know Pep wants the grass to be no more than 23mm.
We learn today that Tuchel, who likes to go down and sniff it, is satisfied with 27 mm. Perhaps the Porto goalkeeper is the key player on Saturday.
There are a lot of ambitious ‘male details’ out there, the coaching immersion of which often poses a real obstacle to young people who just want to enjoy a ball game.
An antidote arrived on Friday and I’m going to start reading it today., a book by Larry Mahony, who has done it all in Irish football training, at the Irish League and at the base and at the FAI.
If you were to condense Larry’s philosophy into one paragraph, that might be a right at the beginning of the book.
“Years of trying to figure out the best way to help players have taught me that the more cones there are, the further the practice is from the actual game and the less young players appreciate it.
“So the majority of their training time should be spent in games, where the image is constantly changing and challenging their football brains. They must, like you and I when we were kids, spend their day at school looking forward to playing with their friends in the evening session.
Probably even better if they made their School League debut.
– ‘Let the Players Play’ is now available on bigpicturecoachingireland.com