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Chapter 14: Neil Dewsnip

Football: My Salary Makes Me Stronger

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Saturday, November 4.

Bodymoor Heath hosted the second round of the U18 Premier League Cup group stage, with Aston Villa U18 facing Leicester City U18 at home.

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With Tottenham Hotspur U18 waiting for them next, another defeat today would all but eliminate them.

Hughes did not expect to win the U18 Premier League Cup, but getting out of the group was the minimum requirement.

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Although it was only a U18 Premier League Cup group match, and the field at Bodymoor Heath did not even have a proper stand, a fair number of people were scattered along the sideline.

There were parents, scouts, club employees with time to spare, and a handful of devoted local fans.

Today, however, several unusual spectators were among them.

The first was Ben Ashby.

The youth academy director was not there to scout a particular player.

He had come to evaluate David Hughes.

The performance of the head coaches at every age level, whether each squad’s overall development matched the academy’s plans, whether the quality of training met the required standards, and the teams’ tactical performances in matches.

All of that appeared on the academy director’s evaluation checklist.

Put simply, he was there to review Hughes’s performance.

The second group consisted of Mr.

Chen and his daughter from Jade Tower.

Mr.

Chen appeared to have just bought a dark claret Villa scarf outside the training center.

Evelyn sat beside him in an off-white wool coat.

She had been dragged there against her will.

Her understanding of football began and ended with twenty-two people chasing a ball for ninety minutes.

But her father did not speak a word of English and could not even make sense of street signs by himself.

After plenty of pleading and pestering, he had convinced her to come along as his translator.

The third spectator was far more important.

Neil Dewsnip.

The 56-year-old stood in a quiet spot away from the crowd, holding a thermos and wearing an understated black coaching jacket with no visible logo.

Six months earlier, he could have been seen at Salt Lake Stadium in Kolkata, being tossed into the air by a group of 17-year-old players.

It was the 2017 U-17 World Cup final, when England came from behind to beat Spain 5-2 and lift the trophy.

Neil Dewsnip.

The FA’s head of development for the 17-to-21 age groups and the current head coach of England U18.

Within England’s vast youth development structure, Dewsnip occupied a position near the middle of the pyramid.

Above him, he had to coordinate with the needs of the U21s and the senior national team.

Below him, he was responsible for managing the talent pool across the U17, U18, and U19 age groups.

His daily work involved balancing player development against the interests of their clubs, keeping track of as many as thirty or forty players, and helping them progress toward older age groups and senior football.

Much of his time was spent traveling between highways and training grounds across England.

Earlier that year, he had served as an assistant to his former protégé Steve Cooper as England U17 reached the summit of world football.

Soon afterward, he led the U18s to victory at the Toulon Tournament as head coach.

To strengthen the squad, Dewsnip had called up several older players, including Reece James and Harvey Barnes.

Now those more experienced players had moved up, leaving several open spots in the squad.

Dewsnip had come to Bodymoor Heath today with a very clear objective.

He wanted to scout Leicester City U18 left back Luke Thomas.

He flipped through the notebook in his hands.

The boy had solid technique with his left foot and defensive positioning that was mature for his age.

If he produced a steady performance today, Dewsnip could make room for him in the next training camp squad.

As for Aston Villa U18?

Dewsnip was not expecting much.

Villa’s academy had produced little in recent years.

His files contained only two or three Villa players, all of them fringe candidates.

David Hughes, of course, had no idea that one of the FA’s senior youth officials was standing on his sideline.

Had he known, he would probably have been in the locker room, giving every one of his young players a rousing speech.

Instead, he was casually watching Zayn Ryder complete his final stretches near the center circle.

Zayn was starting today.

Against Brighton, the boy had come off the bench and scored twice in twenty minutes.

He had also trained well during the week, so he had earned the chance to start.

Zayn stood in the center circle and bounced lightly on his toes.

The weightless feeling brought by [Trait: Super Sub] against Brighton three days earlier was naturally absent today.

However, his Realization Rate had increased by 5% since that match.

He had already noticed during training that his physical condition now surpassed what it had been against Brighton in every respect.

Zayn considered the difference.

The boost from [Trait: Super Sub] might have been smaller than the improvement brought by a 5% increase in Realization Rate, but it had been more well-rounded.

After all, the 5% came entirely from the Torres template, and Torres was not exceptional at everything.

Across the field, Leicester City U18 was completing its final warm-up.

Zayn glanced over but did not recognize anyone.

Leicester City’s academy had produced plenty of notable names throughout its history, including the “gentleman of football” Gary Lineker and legendary goalkeeper Peter Shilton.

After the Foxes’ fairy-tale Premier League title in the 2015-16 season, the enormous boost in reputation and income prompted owner Vichai to invest heavily in the academy.

Money was put into facilities, scouting, and coaching, including the construction of high-quality training grounds for young players.

But youth development was never something that produced instant results simply because money had been spent.

The investment was long-term, and the rewards took time.

As a result, there were not many especially outstanding players in Leicester City’s current U18 squad.

Even so, the academy had already supplied the first team with Harvey Barnes and Ben Chilwell over the previous two seasons, two players capable of establishing themselves in the Premier League.

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Zayn led the line, with Ramsey roaming behind him.

The formation closely matched the tactical philosophy behind Steve Bruce’s 4-1-4-1 with the first team.

It emphasized discipline, physical battles, and moving the ball forward quickly before leaving the attacking players to solve the problem.

Put simply, it was built on the old-fashioned English approach of sending the ball through the air while the players chased after it on the ground.

Leicester City U18, meanwhile, had not adopted new first-team manager Claude Puel’s preference for greater possession.

The reason was simple.

The Foxes’ first team had changed managers three times in the previous eight months, and Claude Puel had only officially taken charge on October 26.

As a result, Leicester’s U18s were still playing the direct, traditional counterattacking style associated with Claudio Ranieri and Craig Shakespeare.

When two teams like that met, the result was predictable.

The match was painfully dull.

Zayn worked hard throughout the first half, but he could count his touches on one hand.

Leicester defended extremely deep.

Zayn ran from side to side and made repeated runs in behind, but he barely received the ball.

Instead, he spent most of the half trapped between the two center backs.

Ramsey tried to provide some creativity.

However, Leicester packed too many players into the center.

Every time Ramsey received the ball, at least two opponents closed him down.

His passes were either intercepted or miscontrolled out of bounds by his teammates.

Villa’s two wide midfielders attempted several crosses, but the delivery was poor and Zayn could not reach any of them.

Like most Spanish forwards, Torres’s most dangerous weapons were still his two feet.

Villa’s attack was going nowhere, but Leicester was hardly doing any better.

Their counterattacks followed the same pattern every time.

Win the ball in defense, send a long pass toward a winger, then have the winger chase it.Shilton,

It was simple and direct, but Villa’s defense made no serious mistakes.

Leicester’s only shot was comfortably gathered by the goalkeeper.

On the sideline, Mr.

Chen took the Villa scarf from around his neck, put it back on, then removed it again.

He had expected a youth match to be more open.

He had not expected it to be this dull.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was gradually becoming interested.

Ben Ashby had already placed a check mark beside Hughes’s name in his notebook.

Whether the match was entertaining had nothing to do with his evaluation.

Dewsnip was watching more intently than anyone, perhaps even more closely than the coaches of either team.

His eyes remained fixed on Leicester City left back Luke Thomas.

The youngster had delivered a steady first-half performance.

He had made no mistakes defensively and had also produced two good diagonal passes going forward.

Dewsnip wrote several notes in his notebook.

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