So England vs Wales eh? Hmmm.
Great match, not a great result if you’re English. I’m not going to go into a post match analysis, don’t worry.
One person it was a good result for was a guy I bumped into outside Waitrose on Friday.
A 69 year old retired school teacher called Chris Jones.
This man is a legend.
If you went to the same school as me, I guarantee you know who I’m talking about.
He taught history in class and rugby after school- as in he wasn’t a PE teacher, but just a rugby-obsessed Welshman that coached countless teams to win county championships.
The only thing he cared for as much as rugby was getting the best out of his students, either on the pitch or in the classroom.
Man, for someone that cared so much about his students, we really did drive him nuts. Poor guy.
It’s crazy what you only realise 20 years too late isn’t it?
I remember more than one occasion that he looked like he wanted to grab me and shake the shit out of me…
I think it would have been justified!
Not because I was misbehaving, acting up or abusive.
I was a cocky twat for sure…
But what was driving him mad was my laziness or ‘apathy’ as I’m sure I would’ve called it back then
“You’ve got a brain!!” He’d yell after I’d missed another deadline for no good reason whatsoever other that apparently I couldn’t be arsed.
You’ve probably gathered from my emails that my head is a weird place to be sometimes, so being 18, it was probably even messier, however, being 18 is not an excuse.
So Jonesy’s self-appointed mission wasn’t to get me to stop fighting or bunking off, it was to get me to knuckle down and fulfil my potential.
Where am I going with this? Probably not where you think.
–Yes, I agree with the idea that you’ll always remember a great coach or teacher.
–Yes, I bollock people when they slip up- fall off the wagon after a good spell, slip into bad habits. That is part of my role for sure.
–Yes, I’m good at my job (and modest too!).
–Yes, I give a shit about all my clients. I can look myself in the mirror and say I’ve changed people’s lives (for the better!).
But in the end, it’s about you.
In one of the angry/concerned letters home from my history teacher all those years ago, I remember the line:
“the onus is on Alex now.”
It doesn’t matter how motivational or inspiring I am, or how technically good the sessions I deliver are.
If you don’t really fucking want it, it ain’t gonna happen.
On that bombshell,
I am out.
Alex “didn’t mean to get so serious on a Monday” Backhouse