After a superb first night’s
training, it was shower, eat and an early night, ready for my first day teaching; the schools begin early in the morning, when it’s a lot cooler
and my supervisor Romero picked me up at 630am and drove me to the school,
where I’ll be working from now on.
The drive to work took me through
the desert dunes on either side of the road, quite a difference from the
streets of the UK and after a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the Aladel
Scool in Al Yahar, a region in Al Ain.
Aladel School, Al Yahar |
As I arrived, I met my black belt
coach, Jiddu Bastos, who I met the previous night and he introduced me to the
Prinicpal, who made me feel very welcome and as the children filed into the
covered playground, I met the PE coach, Osama Elbatrawy and most of the
teachers in the school.
Before classes commenced the kids
lined up and listened as the Prinicpal spoke to
his students and after five minutes or so, I heard the words, ‘Coach
Carlos’ and over 750 kids turned to look at me and started clapping and
cheering like Wayne Rooney had scored a last minute winner at Old
Trafford. Beat that for a welcome! After the introductions, all the staff and students stood in front of the UAE flag as their National Anthem played from the microphones located in the playground.
Since being here, I have learned
it is far easier to call myself Carlos, instead of Carl, as my dulcet Boltonian
tones can be sometimes hard to understand, so Coach Carlos is my name from now on at the
schools and plain Carlos at the training centre in the evenings.
The jiu jitsu tuition is set out
like any other coaching programme and I had a chance to read the coaching
manual, detailing the technical side of the jiu jitsu instruction; this covered
the basics of breakfalls, shrimps, and many other warm up exercises specific to
BJJ and progressed to simple techniques and guard passes, as well as a large
reference point for jiu jitsu related games.
Like anywhere in the world, kids
are kids. Loud. Boisterous and full of beans. Here in Al Ain , there was no exception, as the
kids came into the room, changed into a wide variety of UK Premiership football
tops and track suit pants and ran round the mats. All the students approached me with wide
smiling faces and greeted me in English and Arabic and I returned the favour, together
with much shaking of hands. This was
repeated throughout the whole day in all the different classes.
All classes followed the same
format; I was introduced to the children again in each class, again to much
applause and started the class with break falls and forward rolls. Depending on the age group of the class, a
few different techniques were demonstrated by Jiddu and myself, namely
Americana from mount, arm lock from mount and double leg takedown. Translation was given by the class teacher
and Jiddu, who can speak enough Arabic to get by and I was learning myself at a
fast rate.
After techniques came their
favourite part of the class – sparring, what else? All the kids had a grapple with each other and any promising kids were told to give their names to their teacher to join the
after club class.
At the end of the class, the kids
lined up and after a loud Ooos, they came to shake hands with the coaches and
each other in traditional BJJ style; most of the kids shook hands and over a
dozen approached me and did things their way, which involves the touching of
noses and a quick kissing sound. I’d
noticed this at the airport, waiting at the immigration desk, between two
adults and I asked Jiddu what it meant. He
told me, if they really like a person they greet each other in this manner and this happening in my first my first day, I felt very privileged
indeed to say the least. After
handshakes and nose rubs, it was a short break before the next class and before
you know it, my first day was over. Jiddu and I went to speak to Osama and handed in observation sheets and headed back into Al
Ain for more red tape adventures, before returning home and getting ready for
class.
So there you have it; a most
enjoyable and memorable day for Coach Carlos!
2 comments:
You don't understand how I look forward to these posts all day long. I stand by my words homes, A BOOK!!!
The nose thing is such a cool thing and I'll tell you why. Because it shows how close the world really is. What do you think Haole (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haole) means in Hawaii? It means "no breath" because Polynesian folk have the same greeting tons of miles away from the UAE. If you like someone, you put your face near theirs.
Next post next post!!!!
Hi there Liam and many thanks for the kind words, I really am humbled you look forward to the posts!
Yes, a book is looking likely, let me settle in here, I'm here long term and I'll get the ball rolling.
Next post is up bro :)
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