Who exactly. I barely even knew. When I was a teenager all I had wanted to be was a professional footballer. I trained and trained and trained. Now look at me, sitting in my room at my parent’s house in Gravesend that I'd lived in my entire life. Washed up at 22. A victim of too many ACL injuries and now I was going to have to find a job. I was staring up at the roof with a soft cast around my leg – it still ached. This was the 3rd time I’d done this knee. The first two times were when I was on the books of Charlton Athletic as a schoolboy. That had led to my release when I turned 16. From then I had bounced from non-league club to non-league club finally settling on a part time contract at Ebbsfleet but my most recent knee injury had put pay to my playing career.
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The surgeon had said last time to forget about it and I had pushed through. There was no coming back this time. Thankfully my manager Daryl McMahon had seen my passion for the game but also been honest with me enough to tell me frankly about my limitations as a player. He had insisted that I go obtain some coaching badges and to date I have picked up a National C Licence. I knew I wanted to stay in the game but I will just have to see what my new agent can find in the way of a managerial position…
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