Sacked Coach: Life ... football ... death
by Stan Alves with Col Davies
Overview
From the Book Cover
Stan Alves took the embatteld Saints to their first grand final appearance in 26 years. The following year his sacking stunned the Australian sporting public and, since then, the Saints have struggled to win.
Understandably devastated, Stan let go of intense feelings of anger and bitterness, and turned adversity into triumph. Today, he is one of the most sought after motivational speakers in the country and his story has much to offer, helping us all to find deeper meaning and purpose in our daily lives.
My thoughts
I'm not much of one for self-help books even if the book is footy-themed, but I enjoyed reading how Stan Alves faced tragedy and adversity as it came into his life with blinding speed. I can't help but admire his tenacity and I think he's very lucky to have the support and wisdom of his wife.
The book takes off in unexpected directions, from the start of the book detailing a tragedy that had me in tears to the challenges he faced as a player and as a coach in the Australian Football League and the spiritual directions he explored to get through those challenges. He's left me wanting to know more about this thing he calls "heartpower" that we've probably all experienced at one time or another without being able to explain it.
This was a very good book that left me with a lot to ponder.
Favorite Passage
WHACK: the lights went out and I was carried off on a stretcher.
It was the first time I'd ever been knocked out and I was told later that I was unconscious for eight to 10 minutes. The medical staff had removed my clothing, except for my socks, and had placed me under a warm blanket. When I opened my eyes the first face I saw was that of dad, who had rushed into the medical room. He was just so relieved, but there was a concerned look on his face moments later when I said, "Morning, dad, is it time to get up yet?"
With great patience dad tried valiantly to explain what had happened but there was little doubt that I was totally non compos mentis. I had no recollection whatsoever of the incident. Several minutes later, dad finally got through to me that we were at the MCG and we were playing the Tigers. I then asked about the score and was immediately told the boys were not traveling well. That was all I needed to know. Stunned medical staff watched in disbelief as I jumped up off the bench and ran with great determination down the players' race in little more than my birthday suit.
My dash for immortality was halted by ground staff only yards before entering the playing arena.
