Other than this little TMS crisis there’s not much to
report. The team here trains at 5:30pm,
as most of the players are still in school.
I didn’t mention before but the team here is very, very young. At 24, I’m the 4th oldest player
in the squad. We have a couple
17-year-olds, and probably a half dozen 18- and 19-year-olds. The team here really reminds me a lot of the
teams I played with at the University of South Florida (USF for all the
non-cool kids who don’t know the lingo).
We’re young, technically very good, but naïve. One of the guys (Dillon, a 19-year-old
starting center back) has grown fond of something I supposedly say a lot in
training. I quote, “This isn’t (radio
edit) Barcelona. Cut that Barcelona
(radio edit) out.” I didn’t think I said
it more than once, but if I said it more it’s because there’s truth to it. As good as the players are here, they maybe
don’t have the maturity to know that it can’t be pretty all the time. If you have Xavi, Fabregas and Iniesta as
your central midfield, then okay you can be pretty all the time. But if you’re in the Swedish 3rd
division, there are times when you must just hoof it up the field and go from
there. Don’t get me wrong, I like to
pass as much as the next guy, but nothing annoys me more than a scoring chance
for the opposition that could have been avoided by just clearing the ball from
danger. Especially when the danger comes
from a team pressing and leaving me 1v1 with an outside back or winger. In that situation, the best and easiest play
is to put the ball into space and let me go get it. I’m guessing that a lot of these guys are not
too far removed from youth teams where they could get away with anything. Also, the jump from division two to division
one is a pretty big one so maybe the level of competition will dictate that
they play simpler this year.
I’m off now to the grocery store, but since my first payday
isn’t until April 30, I’m kind of living in poverty. I’ve been lucky enough to mooch dinner off of
my teammates the last couple nights but at some point I need to cook for
myself. I’ve been living this past week
off of corn flakes, milk, bananas and bread with jam. I bought chicken, but at 30SEK a pop I can’t
afford it every night sadly. I hope to
one day soon look fondly back at a time when $4 chicken felt like a
luxury. I guess it’s kind of like
college off the field as well as on the field.
Oh well, maybe one of you have a recipe for cooking and eating
newspaper? If so that recipe would be
worth its weight in gold! I’ll be back
in touch soon. Fingers crossed that the
whole TMS thing sorts itself out. I
think it will since there’s no dispute between the clubs. It should be pretty straightforward.
Just this second, Fabian (I don't know his official title, but in the US he would be a general manager) has come to the apartment and told me that I'm going to the Swedish FA offices in Stockholm with ESK's chairman in 30 minutes to finish up paperwork. He doesn't think the TMS situation will be a problem, but I can figure everything out there. Wish me luck!
No comments:
Post a Comment