The afternoon was spent on administrative work that I'd been putting off. Reviewing the trial paperwork for Eze, making sure everything was in order for Monday.
He wasn't signing anything yet; this was just a trial, a chance for him to train with us and for us to see if he'd fit.
But I wanted everything ready. Drafting a training plan for the next three weeks leading up to the competitive season. Responding to emails from Gary about squad registration and match schedules. It was tedious, mind-numbing work, but it needed to be done.
By the time I left Copers Cope at 6pm, I was ready to collapse. I stopped at Tesco on the way home, bought ingredients for a proper meal: pasta, chicken, vegetables, things that didn't come from a takeaway bag, and forced myself to cook.
Emma would be proud. She was always telling me to eat properly, to take care of myself, to remember that I was human and not a coaching machine.
