Introduction:
My name is Toby Venner, I’m a 21 year old Crawley born lad who dreamt of becoming a football player and acted on that by enlisting myself into the local club across the street of my home in Crawley. At the age of six that meant I became a Three Bridges FC youth prospect, proud to be part of a squad that wore the gold and black striped kit. Pretty soon the coaches realized I had a certain potential in the game but that it would probably never come to show since I had a major flaw in my physiological appearance. Translated into layman terms, made of glass. When I was fit and ready to play I showed signs of a certain intelligence on the pitch. Good vision, brilliant pass and the ability to stay out of hard fought duels. I saw the play before it actually happened and acted on that. Shame that at the same time I could injure myself in the most stupid ways possible. Tying a shoelace or stepping out of bed the wrong way was enough to injure myself. So when I turned 14 years old the coaches invited me to help them out with leading training sessions. And so I did, starting as an assistant manager for the under 6 and even their manager two years later when I was 16. But then my character kicked in. Which meant two things. I hate failure and doing stuff half-hearted. So I went into the office of our chairman and asked to be able to follow courses to get some coaching badges. He agreed if I promised to stay on board for at least two years, in exchange I would follow the course and the club would finance it. I agreed. Five years later I managed to bag my National A-license and was already promoted towards manager of our under 18 squad. A job I combined with my studies Business management in London.
And so we are up to speed and where things got really interesting. A week ago the chairman of our gold and black coloured club, Paul, and our current manager Jamie got into a heated discussion. The training sessions had just started and the team played a pre-season friendly at United Services Portsmouth, which they won 0-3. The argument got so heated that Jamie saw no future anymore in working at The Jubilee Fields and resigned his function. Clueless as I am at that moment, Paul shows up on my doorstep. I welcome him and am under the impression his visit to our house is to ask my dad, a former non league footballer for Three Bridges and Eastbourne to become the new manager. Little did I know they both already had a conversation with each other, not for my dad but for me to become the new manager of the first team, and now he stood there to formally ask for my services with an offer of a one year deal for 400£/week.
Me, Toby Venner, a 21 year young lad just out of puberty managing a genuine football club. His reasoning was simple and not to be discussed. I knew the club, the club knew me, fans, players, himself we all knew each other quite well, so why not? And if I was to fail, no one would hold me responsible due to my young age. They would point the blame onto him for giving such a young man the chance of leading a squad in the Isthmian Premier South East Division. As mentioned before, I am a student in business management, managing a football team can be seen as a business and therefore I could hold it up as some sort of defense. I have a paid internship, it just happens to be a football club. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and plunged myself head first into the deep end by picking up the pen and signing the contract. “Welcome on board.” Paul smiled.
First days:
Dressed in a tracksuit of the club with the crest on the middle of the shirt and my initials on the right side of the chest I stood in front of a crowd of thirty players. First team, under 21 and 18 all of them in the cantine of the Jubilee Fields sport complex which is the home of The Bridges. I kept it simple and to the point. I did not have to tell them my name, they already knew. Some of them even played with me on the rare occasions I was fit, and some of them already had the pleasure of playing under my management in the under 18. So the only thing for me left to do was announcing my course of action.
Point 1: I will not look at age. You're under 21 or 18 and show me something good, you will get your chances in the first team.
Point 2: You want to leave the club? Let me know, we need to keep an eye on the financial balance.
Point 3: Our aim is mid table for the season. We will give it our best in the cups but it is not a priority.
Point 4: I will get some people in for the Technical staff to aid us in whatever we deem necessary. I will see you tomorrow for our first two sessions which will focus on teamwork and bonding.
Five players responded to be very pleased with the prospect of prospects getting their shot. One of them came up to me to let me know he would not hold it against me if I transferred him out.
Well we ain't buying players for now, first I have to get some supporting staff in here.
My name is Toby Venner, I’m a 21 year old Crawley born lad who dreamt of becoming a football player and acted on that by enlisting myself into the local club across the street of my home in Crawley. At the age of six that meant I became a Three Bridges FC youth prospect, proud to be part of a squad that wore the gold and black striped kit. Pretty soon the coaches realized I had a certain potential in the game but that it would probably never come to show since I had a major flaw in my physiological appearance. Translated into layman terms, made of glass. When I was fit and ready to play I showed signs of a certain intelligence on the pitch. Good vision, brilliant pass and the ability to stay out of hard fought duels. I saw the play before it actually happened and acted on that. Shame that at the same time I could injure myself in the most stupid ways possible. Tying a shoelace or stepping out of bed the wrong way was enough to injure myself. So when I turned 14 years old the coaches invited me to help them out with leading training sessions. And so I did, starting as an assistant manager for the under 6 and even their manager two years later when I was 16. But then my character kicked in. Which meant two things. I hate failure and doing stuff half-hearted. So I went into the office of our chairman and asked to be able to follow courses to get some coaching badges. He agreed if I promised to stay on board for at least two years, in exchange I would follow the course and the club would finance it. I agreed. Five years later I managed to bag my National A-license and was already promoted towards manager of our under 18 squad. A job I combined with my studies Business management in London.
And so we are up to speed and where things got really interesting. A week ago the chairman of our gold and black coloured club, Paul, and our current manager Jamie got into a heated discussion. The training sessions had just started and the team played a pre-season friendly at United Services Portsmouth, which they won 0-3. The argument got so heated that Jamie saw no future anymore in working at The Jubilee Fields and resigned his function. Clueless as I am at that moment, Paul shows up on my doorstep. I welcome him and am under the impression his visit to our house is to ask my dad, a former non league footballer for Three Bridges and Eastbourne to become the new manager. Little did I know they both already had a conversation with each other, not for my dad but for me to become the new manager of the first team, and now he stood there to formally ask for my services with an offer of a one year deal for 400£/week.
Me, Toby Venner, a 21 year young lad just out of puberty managing a genuine football club. His reasoning was simple and not to be discussed. I knew the club, the club knew me, fans, players, himself we all knew each other quite well, so why not? And if I was to fail, no one would hold me responsible due to my young age. They would point the blame onto him for giving such a young man the chance of leading a squad in the Isthmian Premier South East Division. As mentioned before, I am a student in business management, managing a football team can be seen as a business and therefore I could hold it up as some sort of defense. I have a paid internship, it just happens to be a football club. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and plunged myself head first into the deep end by picking up the pen and signing the contract. “Welcome on board.” Paul smiled.
First days:
Dressed in a tracksuit of the club with the crest on the middle of the shirt and my initials on the right side of the chest I stood in front of a crowd of thirty players. First team, under 21 and 18 all of them in the cantine of the Jubilee Fields sport complex which is the home of The Bridges. I kept it simple and to the point. I did not have to tell them my name, they already knew. Some of them even played with me on the rare occasions I was fit, and some of them already had the pleasure of playing under my management in the under 18. So the only thing for me left to do was announcing my course of action.
Point 1: I will not look at age. You're under 21 or 18 and show me something good, you will get your chances in the first team.
Point 2: You want to leave the club? Let me know, we need to keep an eye on the financial balance.
Point 3: Our aim is mid table for the season. We will give it our best in the cups but it is not a priority.
Point 4: I will get some people in for the Technical staff to aid us in whatever we deem necessary. I will see you tomorrow for our first two sessions which will focus on teamwork and bonding.
Five players responded to be very pleased with the prospect of prospects getting their shot. One of them came up to me to let me know he would not hold it against me if I transferred him out.
Well we ain't buying players for now, first I have to get some supporting staff in here.
