Saturday arrived with a strange mix of relief and exhaustion. The Gary meeting on Monday had gone better than I could have hoped; he'd approved the coaching staff and told me recruitment would begin immediately. But the week had still been brutal. Tyler's injury had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.
I sat in my flat, staring at my laptop, trying to draft a document outlining the specific roles and responsibilities for each coaching position Gary had asked for.
Assistant coach: tactical support, session planning, player development.
Fitness coach: load management, injury prevention, physical conditioning.
Goalkeeping coach: specialized training for Ryan and the backup keepers. It all looked so professional on paper, so organized. But the reality was messier. I was asking for help because I was drowning, and I needed to be honest about that... at least with myself.
