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From the Blues Insider e-mail
REVELLING IN IT
Welcome to this weeks column of ‘Revelling In It’. Whilst I could talk about Saturday’s performance in detail again, sometimes words aren’t enough and it becomes time to let our feet do the talking, of which we are confident of doing so against Hereford here at Roots Hall on Saturday.
Instead I thought I’d offer you something different this week. I am regularly asked by people on the street what a day in the life of a pro-footballer is like, so now I’ll tell you.
Here is a breakdown of my life this Monday.
8.45 – I wake up and get ready for the day ahead. We’ve got the team photo today so I avoid my usual lie in until 9am!
9.30 – Arrive at the stadium ready for the team photo. Scrivs (Dave Scriven – Media Manager) is team photo orchestrator and is showing the signs of a little bit of stress! Needless to say there are a few fresh haircuts on show, apart from Macca’s of course as while people have had a trim for the occasion, he’s struggling to grow his any longer!
10.00 – I get to training and manage to grab a slice of toast with jam on it, as getting up five minutes early to make some at home was a bit of a struggle.
We all gather for a brief discussion with the gaffer and Paul Brush where we discuss the weekend’s game. It mainly highlights the fact that we didn’t get the rub of the green on Saturday, but these things even themselves out over the season and we’d rather have it happen now than come April time.
11.00 – Training begins. Today we had a real good and hard session which mainly consisted of the following:
* A brief session of ‘keep ball‘
* Highlighting the problems from Saturday’s match, and addressing them through a series of carefully planned drills
* Pattern play. Here we go through a variety of matchday scenarios which allow us to successfully go through the process automatically come the match
* 7 v 7 match. This was mainly played by those who took part in Saturday’s match, whilst those who didn’t helped the reserve team in preparation for their match against Wycombe yesterday.
13.45 – Training ends and we head inside to get some lunch. Monday means curry day and Chef Bev doesn’t disappoint!
This also gives us a chance to read the papers from the weekend’s game, and we find out that a relative of Cleveland Taylor’s writes for the Sun, or he must do as his goal was described as a twenty yard screamer on Saturday, somewhat debateable me thinks!
15.00 – We leave training around this time, and I head over the Franno’s (Simon Francis) house to chill for a bit before I do my chore that is the weekly shop.
16.30 – I hit Sainsbury’s hard, although I’m too lazy to make a list so I pretty much choose what I want to eat as well as a few DVDs and magazines! I get the feeling I might be visiting JS again before the week is out!
17.30 – I get home and get the hoover out (yes you did hear correctly!)
17.32 – Finished hoovering, time for Neighbours!
18.00 – Time for dinner. I cook up a culinary delight tonight for me and the missus– a pork chop drizzled in honey, accompanied by roasted vegetables and fondant potatoes (that’s roast potatoes for those without a cultured palette!). This isn’t just a pork chop, this is an Alex Revell pork chop!
Then it’s time for the usual Monday night mix of a soap, followed by another soap, another soap, followed by Dragon’s Den – can’t beat it!
22.30 – I hit the bed to watch the US Open Final between Andy Murray and Roger Federer. After about 20 minutes it’s blatantly obvious that the boy isn’t going to win so I turn the tele off and go to sleep, ready for whatever Tilly has in store for us tomorrow.
As ever, up the Blues!
Revs
REVELLING IN IT
Welcome to this weeks column of ‘Revelling In It’. Whilst I could talk about Saturday’s performance in detail again, sometimes words aren’t enough and it becomes time to let our feet do the talking, of which we are confident of doing so against Hereford here at Roots Hall on Saturday.
Instead I thought I’d offer you something different this week. I am regularly asked by people on the street what a day in the life of a pro-footballer is like, so now I’ll tell you.
Here is a breakdown of my life this Monday.
8.45 – I wake up and get ready for the day ahead. We’ve got the team photo today so I avoid my usual lie in until 9am!
9.30 – Arrive at the stadium ready for the team photo. Scrivs (Dave Scriven – Media Manager) is team photo orchestrator and is showing the signs of a little bit of stress! Needless to say there are a few fresh haircuts on show, apart from Macca’s of course as while people have had a trim for the occasion, he’s struggling to grow his any longer!
10.00 – I get to training and manage to grab a slice of toast with jam on it, as getting up five minutes early to make some at home was a bit of a struggle.
We all gather for a brief discussion with the gaffer and Paul Brush where we discuss the weekend’s game. It mainly highlights the fact that we didn’t get the rub of the green on Saturday, but these things even themselves out over the season and we’d rather have it happen now than come April time.
11.00 – Training begins. Today we had a real good and hard session which mainly consisted of the following:
* A brief session of ‘keep ball‘
* Highlighting the problems from Saturday’s match, and addressing them through a series of carefully planned drills
* Pattern play. Here we go through a variety of matchday scenarios which allow us to successfully go through the process automatically come the match
* 7 v 7 match. This was mainly played by those who took part in Saturday’s match, whilst those who didn’t helped the reserve team in preparation for their match against Wycombe yesterday.
13.45 – Training ends and we head inside to get some lunch. Monday means curry day and Chef Bev doesn’t disappoint!
This also gives us a chance to read the papers from the weekend’s game, and we find out that a relative of Cleveland Taylor’s writes for the Sun, or he must do as his goal was described as a twenty yard screamer on Saturday, somewhat debateable me thinks!
15.00 – We leave training around this time, and I head over the Franno’s (Simon Francis) house to chill for a bit before I do my chore that is the weekly shop.
16.30 – I hit Sainsbury’s hard, although I’m too lazy to make a list so I pretty much choose what I want to eat as well as a few DVDs and magazines! I get the feeling I might be visiting JS again before the week is out!
17.30 – I get home and get the hoover out (yes you did hear correctly!)
17.32 – Finished hoovering, time for Neighbours!
18.00 – Time for dinner. I cook up a culinary delight tonight for me and the missus– a pork chop drizzled in honey, accompanied by roasted vegetables and fondant potatoes (that’s roast potatoes for those without a cultured palette!). This isn’t just a pork chop, this is an Alex Revell pork chop!
Then it’s time for the usual Monday night mix of a soap, followed by another soap, another soap, followed by Dragon’s Den – can’t beat it!
22.30 – I hit the bed to watch the US Open Final between Andy Murray and Roger Federer. After about 20 minutes it’s blatantly obvious that the boy isn’t going to win so I turn the tele off and go to sleep, ready for whatever Tilly has in store for us tomorrow.
As ever, up the Blues!
Revs
