So last month I got seriously into women’s football after watching the Welsh Premier League highlights. My touch was rubbish honestly – could barely control a simple pass. Saw online that the pros do specific training so I thought, why not try their methods myself? Grabbed my boots and notebook for proper documentation. Here’s exactly how it went down.
The Starting Struggle
First session was rough. Went to the local pitch early morning. Just juggling the ball felt impossible – dropped it constantly after 3-4 touches. Felt so frustrated seeing kids nearby doing tricks like nothing. I filmed myself too… big mistake. My positioning looked like a lost tourist whenever the ball came near me. Not gonna lie, almost packed up and went home.
Breaking Down The 4 Tips
Instead of quitting, I printed a cheat sheet with those four Welsh league tips everyone talks about:
- Daily touch work
- Solo fitness drills
- Recording games
- Actual play time in local leagues
Started stupid simple: just 15 minutes every single day tapping the ball against my apartment wall. No fancy stuff – left foot, right foot, over and over. My downstairs neighbour banged on her ceiling twice.
For fitness? Researched Welsh team warm-ups. Made a playlist of quick exercises: ladder runs around traffic cones, sprints between park benches. Did these Mondays and Wednesdays at 7AM. Nearly puked after the first round.
Biggest game-changer though? Recording my weekend pub league matches. Painful to watch back at first – saw all my panicked clearances and missed passes. But after writing notes weekly (“stop kicking blindly!”, “call for the bloody ball!”), patterns actually changed.
Putting It Together
After three weeks grinding, joined a Thursday night 5-a-side league. Still made errors but didn’t hide from the ball anymore. Touches felt stickier during quick plays. Even nutmegged some bloke once – whole team screamed like we won the World Cup afterwards.
Honest results? Not suddenly world class obviously. But last match actually made a decent interception and played a through ball that led to a goal. Teammates gave proper pats on the back instead of pity nods. Boots finally felt like an extension of my feet rather than bricks tied to my ankles.
Was It Worth It?
100%. Commitment sucked at times – early alarms, bruised shins, rain-soaked jerseys. But seeing measurable improvement beats vague advice any day. That Welsh league guide gave me structure instead of confusion. Still do wall touches every evening though… neighbour bought earplugs apparently.
