I sit here after a training session that ended not with tired satisfaction, but with a heavy heart and a knot of disappointment. Kingkong, soon to step onto the demanding pitch of academy football, and I, trying desperately to prepare him, hit a wall. And the impact left cracks.
It should have been one of those crisp early sessions where growth and joy meet on the grass. Instead, it ended with frustration and silence.
We were working
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