Wednesday was video analysis again, and I'd prepared with the same obsessive thoroughness that was becoming my trademark. I'd clipped every defensive transition from
Tuesday's session forty-seven moments in total and I was determined to review every single one. Each clip was a teaching moment, each mistake an opportunity for growth. Or at least, that's what I told myself as I queued up the first clip and dimmed the lights in the analysis suite.
"Here," I said, pausing on a moment where we'd lost possession in midfield. "We lose the ball. Nya, you press immediately. Good. Reece, you're shifting across to cover the passing lane. Also good. But Jake, look at you. You're jogging. The opposition midfielder has three seconds of space to pick a pass. That's unacceptable." Jake nodded, looking chastened, his face flushed with embarrassment.
