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Loss of Focus

 I experienced my first coach failure, not that I haven't failed in the past as a coach but my first recognizable fail in that I should have succeeded but failed because I didn't know what was going wrong at the time. 

I come back to the unconscious incompetence, and how the team has achieved the move from UC to conscious incompetence. And as individual players, some have tried to move into a form of competence, this level of competence has created a false sense of confidence in skills necessary to "score."

As a team the move from UC to CI was fascinating and launched them into a realm of actually having fun, now the competitive individual ego is getting in the way of the desires of the team. As with my experience on the sidelines, not at the coach, a power player tries to take over and the rest of the team just watches as the one-man wrecking show battles it out. When I saw that happen, I too was struck by the effort, the grit of the individual and didn't want to stop the "momentum" little did I realize that momentum was such a negative on the rest of the team it would end up being unrecoverable for that game.

When all season, we have been working as a team, this was my UC, I had no idea what we were working on, I know that my goal is to create better individuals, and when I say that I don't even mean soccer, I mean work on proper mindset that equates to better effort. That I know and knew from the beginning, how to get there, the team had to show me, and then they gave me the gift of failure and my recognition, that a proper mindset starts with discipline, and last week the team showed no discipline, talking over each other, talking over the coaches, not doing what they were said, and both coaches chalked it up to I guess its just Wednesday. We were wrong, we as coaches need to re-address why we were there, get them in the right mindset before we did anything else. True the team was on fire the week earlier, and that "grittyness" carried on through practice, that was the beginning of my failure. I needed to recognize the team was playing and not working. There was even the comment made when asked why they were there, "because my dad paid for this" OUCH! I'm a volunteer babysitter. That sucks. I licked my wounds and instead of taking charge, I gave up. I let them just run around and play what they wanted to play as long as it had to do with soccer. 

Today I address my failures, accept my lashings, and get things back on track.

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