Jun 3 • 💪🏼 Check-ins
The day my pro contract came in.
It was a Wednesday night. I’d just finished one of the hardest training sessions of my life. Body wrecked. Mind worse.
I sat in the locker room and pulled out my phone like always. Scrolling. Half-numb.
Then a WhatsApp notification.
It was from a club overseas. They wanted me. A contract.
I read it three times before I let myself believe it.
Here’s the part that matters:
That offer didn’t come because someone discovered me. It came because for MONTHS I had been:
• Reaching out to old teammates playing at higher levels
• Asking — flat out, no shame — if their club had any spots
• Telling every coach, every scout, every connection: “I’m trying to go pro. If you hear of anything, think of me.”
• Posting clips, sending highlights, following up on emails that got ignored the first time
• Showing up every day, on the field, training like the call was coming
The call came because I had been MAKING it come for months. The Wednesday night moment wasn’t luck. It was the result of 100+ small actions that finally landed somewhere.
If you’re trying to play in college or go pro, here’s the truth:
Nobody is going to discover you sitting on your couch.
You have to be in the conversation. Daily. Relentlessly. With zero ego about asking for chances.
Text the old teammate who’s playing D1. Email the coach. Slide into the DMs of the player at the level above you. Tell people what you’re chasing.
Most kids are too proud to ask. The ones who ask are the ones who get the Wednesday-night WhatsApp.
— Coach Owen
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The day my pro contract came in.
