johnnybluenose
Well-Known Member
Though not Soccer, I think the discussion still applies to my Hockey as a youth.
My dad won the 3M Canada amateur coach of the year award one year coaching my Surrey Bantam AAA team. I grew up from the time I could walk to my first two years of organized hockey without Dad as coach. Then the two years of diabolical coaching had him frustrated and he started coaching. 9 straight years of coaching my elite, rep, superseries, winter, summer, etc teams including coaching now-NHL players was good for my dad, and he was a great coach for the parents and players. Sometimes I loved it, sometimes I hated it. i hated it that he was way harder on me than everyone else, not because he wanted too, because he needed to, to avoid the usual gossip of "Lil Johnnies only on the team because his dad is coach", he rode me, literally to the point that I considered quitting at 16 years old, that's when he stepped back and I started playing with another coach and dad just became a "gate swinger" and glorified on-the-bench cheerleader.
The good parts were that it was always separated, at least in my teenage years, of coach vs dad. It' hard though after you've had an awesome game and he lets you know it's still "not good enough"
My dad won the 3M Canada amateur coach of the year award one year coaching my Surrey Bantam AAA team. I grew up from the time I could walk to my first two years of organized hockey without Dad as coach. Then the two years of diabolical coaching had him frustrated and he started coaching. 9 straight years of coaching my elite, rep, superseries, winter, summer, etc teams including coaching now-NHL players was good for my dad, and he was a great coach for the parents and players. Sometimes I loved it, sometimes I hated it. i hated it that he was way harder on me than everyone else, not because he wanted too, because he needed to, to avoid the usual gossip of "Lil Johnnies only on the team because his dad is coach", he rode me, literally to the point that I considered quitting at 16 years old, that's when he stepped back and I started playing with another coach and dad just became a "gate swinger" and glorified on-the-bench cheerleader.
The good parts were that it was always separated, at least in my teenage years, of coach vs dad. It' hard though after you've had an awesome game and he lets you know it's still "not good enough"