William Beaumont didn't know whether to feel English or French.
The family name "Beaumont" was an old French name that was brought to England ages ago. But even though that was long back in 1036, his dad seemed much more French than English. Frank - or "Francis" as he preferred to be called - was an absentminded artist. At times, he would be completely engaged in his work, and wouldn't even notice if his hair was on fire. Seriously. Will actually tried that once.
To complicate matters, his mom Sofie was French, and just the inverse of his dad. She always seemed more English than French. She was a no-nonsense, straightforward person, who loved her career as a lawyer in Paris. And for a French person, she cared awfully little for the arts.
His parents met in a tiny little café in London, and instantly fell in love. Whoever said opposites attract seemed right at the time. But soon after Will was born, they started drifting apart, and Sofie spent most of her time back in France working on her blossoming career in law.
Will grew up in a tiny little apartment in North London with his dad, and as a kid, he idolized him. But he didn't inherit his dad's artistic talent. He was hopeless with a paintbrush. One day when he was four, and disappointed at horrible sketches, his dad was trying to console him. "Football is an art too." he said, and from then on, Will was focused on making the sport his career. When his parents finally divorced when he was eight years old, he became that much more determined.
He joined West Ham's famous youth academy and once his basic football education was complete, he was moved on to the under-18 squad, and finally the reserves. He was miles ahead of the next best central midfielder in the squad, and after months of pestering by the reserves coach, the then West Ham manager Alan Pardew called up Will to the first team squad for a training session. Will's game was based on short, precise passes. He was elegant on the ball and had superb technique. But the way Mr. Pardew asked him to play discouraged him. "Hit it forward!" he shouted constantly from the sidelines.
He complied unwillingly, but at the end of the day, he realized that he didn't want to play that way anymore. He hated playing long balls to the striker. His dad's voice was ringing in his head. "Football is an art too" he had told him when he was four. The next day, he quit West ham, and retired as a player so he could earn his coaching badges, and manage a team and implement HIS style. He wanted to revolutionize football coaching in England.
And that's how he found himself here...
The family name "Beaumont" was an old French name that was brought to England ages ago. But even though that was long back in 1036, his dad seemed much more French than English. Frank - or "Francis" as he preferred to be called - was an absentminded artist. At times, he would be completely engaged in his work, and wouldn't even notice if his hair was on fire. Seriously. Will actually tried that once.
To complicate matters, his mom Sofie was French, and just the inverse of his dad. She always seemed more English than French. She was a no-nonsense, straightforward person, who loved her career as a lawyer in Paris. And for a French person, she cared awfully little for the arts.
His parents met in a tiny little café in London, and instantly fell in love. Whoever said opposites attract seemed right at the time. But soon after Will was born, they started drifting apart, and Sofie spent most of her time back in France working on her blossoming career in law.
Will grew up in a tiny little apartment in North London with his dad, and as a kid, he idolized him. But he didn't inherit his dad's artistic talent. He was hopeless with a paintbrush. One day when he was four, and disappointed at horrible sketches, his dad was trying to console him. "Football is an art too." he said, and from then on, Will was focused on making the sport his career. When his parents finally divorced when he was eight years old, he became that much more determined.
He joined West Ham's famous youth academy and once his basic football education was complete, he was moved on to the under-18 squad, and finally the reserves. He was miles ahead of the next best central midfielder in the squad, and after months of pestering by the reserves coach, the then West Ham manager Alan Pardew called up Will to the first team squad for a training session. Will's game was based on short, precise passes. He was elegant on the ball and had superb technique. But the way Mr. Pardew asked him to play discouraged him. "Hit it forward!" he shouted constantly from the sidelines.
He complied unwillingly, but at the end of the day, he realized that he didn't want to play that way anymore. He hated playing long balls to the striker. His dad's voice was ringing in his head. "Football is an art too" he had told him when he was four. The next day, he quit West ham, and retired as a player so he could earn his coaching badges, and manage a team and implement HIS style. He wanted to revolutionize football coaching in England.
And that's how he found himself here...
good luck with the rest of this 
will definately be following 
