The ex-Ireland international is in his element coaching Shamrock Rovers’ under-15s
It’s 5.45 in the morning and Damien Duff is switching on the floodlights at the Roadstone sports complex in Tallaght where Shamrock Rovers do their training. Slowly does it, one floodlight after another, or there will be an explosion and the Rovers under-15s who are on their way to join him will be left in the dark. The floodlights have cameras in them and his wife Elaine blew a fuse in Easter week when Duff took his computer out and started watching training sessions taken by the other coaches for the under-15s while on a family holiday in France. “My missus told me ‘get a life, you’re obsessed’. I said ‘I know I’m obsessed’. That is the magic formula.”
Famously, Duff’s obsession as a player was getting his sleep — hence the Rip Van Winkle comparison made by Niall Quinn — and it tickles people when they find out that his coaching role with the under-15s means a lot of late nights and early starts.
Before the dawn on Tuesday morning it was foggy and wet as Duff paced out the 4G pitch and placed down his cones. As he disappeared into the mist at the far end of the pitch, it was difficult not to forget that he could still be in Melbourne, where he finished his playing career, eating sea food and enjoying the 25C heat.
“If I didn’t have kids I would be there now. The lifestyle was great,” Duff says, before a pause. “I hate that phrase ‘if I didn’t have kids’. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. We came home because we wanted to bring them up in Ireland, with our parents. I have two kids at home and 17 here. I, literally, love my 15s.”
This is the first group of teenagers that Duff has coached and perhaps when a few different sets of boys have passed through his care, his emotions won’t burn quite so brightly. He does some television punditry, but this is his full-time job, albeit one for which he receives no pay.
“Other underage coaches and managers probably aren’t able to put in the same hours as I do because they are in full-time jobs. I am fortunate that I can put my heart and soul into it.” Duff takes five training sessions a week, mostly for two hours in the evenings, and then there is a match in the FAI’s new national under-15s league at the weekend.
“It was my idea; let’s train them as much as we can. It’s unheard of in this country, even at senior level, but they need it. I run it like a Premier League academy. We are hard on them, rightly or wrongly. I have seen presentations in the past few years by people here to under-15 squads where they say train for 40 minutes, take a day off, do an hour there. These people are telling kids to train less and I want them to train twice as much. One of us is wrong and it’s not me.”
The session is all about encouragement and positivity and is built around a series of drills where the boys get as many touches on the ball as possible. They are ones he learned from Jose Mourinho at Chelsea and at Melbourne and he has sketched them out in green ink in his small notebook. “I just go off memory. I should have written them down at the time, but I didn’t think I would be doing this.”
Duff has been up till midnight washing the bibs and putting the final touches on devising the session, but his energy and enthusiasm is infectious, as the boys join him and the session begins. He has left the motivational banners at home this morning, but he doesn’t need them as the balls start pinging about.
“Believe in it. If you don’t believe in it you will yank it.”
“Just a soft little touch back, not a pass.”
“One touch. Might need to give the eyes on this one now.”
“Somebody has to take the sting out of the ball.”
“Disguise, disguise.”
Duff joins in a keep-ball drill, even though his hip is bothering him because he played a charity game in Derry the day before. When a breathless session ends, he distributes breakfast from a paper bag; protein bars and pastries which he has purchased at a garage the night before. In a normal week, he would drop a couple of the lads at school before heading home, but instead he hangs around afterwards waiting for the senior squad to show up. As he picks up the bag of balls and heads back to the trailer where they are stored, he is walking like Mick McCarthy, which is somewhat worrying.
“The FAI doctor, Alan Byrne, told me never to play football again so I obviously haven’t listened too good to him. I am just at my happiest on the pitch, whether it is with these lot or playing myself. If I do play, I don’t move too well the next day, but I will fight it all I can. I am not going to get a [hip] replacement any time soon.”
The senior Shamrock Rovers manager Stephen Bradley provides a different type of advice: “Stephen said to me, ‘what about this, what about that?’ and I said, ‘how do you know?’ He was watching the sessions on the cameras. There is no hiding place. If he misses one of our games, he will watch it back. That is what you are dealing with here.”
So why does he do it? He is not a Rovers fan and doesn’t follow the League of Ireland at senior level. Is it a form of penance after the excesses of the Premier League, a payback perhaps for the “****ty” time at Newcastle, the only club in England at which he was a flop?
“When I came back to play here, I don’t think I gave back much on the pitch, so this is my way. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I don’t think anybody else in this country can teach kids a football education and what it takes to become a player better than myself and my staff. Nothing would make me happier than to see one of them go on to have a career.”
Duff has done his B and A licence and is mulling over whether to go down the Pro-Licence route, which might lead him off in a different direction. “I am starting to think I might just stay with this age. The coaches laugh about it, but when I pass them on in October or November, I will be proper devastated. I have a bond with them and I would like to think that I have improved them.”
It is time to turn the lights off and lock up. He thinks of his old friends and teammates, Robbie Keane and Richard Dunne, scattered around the world. “It’s horses for courses. Richie is in the south of France, Robbie is managing a team in India and I’m in Tallaght, which is where they are both from. Say no more.”
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