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How I got into floorball

2012/07/27

I recently moved to Geneva, Switzerland. As I have written before, floorball (known to locals as “unihockey”) is relatively popular here. I am occasionally asked by friends at training

“Comment ça se fait que tu connaisse ce sport?”

Which is French for

“How come you know about this sport?”

Well, this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down… OK, perhaps picking up a new sport is not quite that dramatic.

A big part of student life is taking on new experiences, and mine has been no exception. Indeed, I look back on my time at the University of Bath very fondly. In particular, I remember the Sports Day in Freshers’ Week quite well. Many of the sports clubs were out on campus, putting on taster sessions to recruit new members. I was particularly interested in the cricket club. Having grown up as a British ex-pat in France, I had only ever seen cricket from afar. So, seeing the Uni cricket team having a knock-about in front of the library, I gave it a try. It was good fun, but the students running the session were not very enthusiastic. I was not convinced that I would want to part with my membership fee for this, especially given the inconvenient training times.

It was at this point that I was approached by Ali, the then chairman of what I would later find out was the Bath Uni floorball club. He said…

“Hi, you look bored. How about coming and trying a sport you’ve never even heard of?”

… or words to that effect (this was nearly 5 years ago, so forgive me if it’s not verbatim).

I was intrigued. Not having anything specific to do that day, and keen to join at least one sports club, I thought I might as well give it a try. Ali led me to the Sports Hall (recruiting a couple of others along the way), where a game was already underway.

I had a lot of fun running around, and got a hang of the basics very quickly. I returned the following week, for the first proper training session. The committee introduced themselves and gave an overview of the sport and the club. They also asked whether anyone wanted to try playing in goal. I had been a (not unreasonable) goalkeeper in a football club a few years previously, and didn’t have the physical capacity for the amount of sprinting needed to play floorball properly (nor much of the motivation required to get it). So I put myself forward.

The club lent me some kit, the first-team goalie Matt gave me a crash-course in where to kneel and a couple of things to keep in mind (staying tight against the post, keeping my hands up) and suddenly, I was making my first saves and getting a great workout!

I was hooked. Within a couple of weeks, I had completely forgotten how to keep goal in football – to this day, I always find myself glued to the near post and have to try very hard not to kneel down. One of the advantages of playing such a niche sport was that I was able to get some national-level competition time very quickly, learning and improving my technique all the time. From then on, I have played whenever possible, training with 5 clubs in 3 countries. I love it.

Over to you: Have you ever been hooked on a sport from the first time you tried it? Have you ever been interested in something, only to be put off by the person representing it seeming not being passionate?

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2 Comments
  1. Paul Stewart permalink

    Are you kneeling comfortably? Good, then I’ll begin my own tale… 15(ish) years ago I had a PE teacher who knew the value of what counted as niche sports in British schools and instead taught us to play new stuff.
    One of those sports, as you may know from our tweeting, was handball.

    I was already a goalkeeper and at that age, quite a good one, especially in PE lessons so naturally I walked over between the posts. I loved it. I then spent the next 15(ish) years idly wishing I could keep playing but like an idiot I never bothered to actually investigate.
    And then in August 2012 I traded a water polo ticket with a handball one with some friends, sat in the Copper Box for a double-header of handball group games, watched Thierry Omeyer and realised that I had to try it one last time if there was a club nearby. Just to be sure.

    Turns out that for my entire life, there has not only been a club on my doorstep but one of the best in the country. And they were running beginners sessions.
    Packed my football kit (sans gloves) and went along. I admitted that I was expecting to get my arse kicked and to find out for sure that I was an awful handball keeper and drift back to 5-a-side football.

    That didn’t happen.

    3 months down the line, I’m training twice a week and may well be taking part in the London League very soon. I’ve even taken the drastic step of hanging up my gloves to focus on handball.

    I’m still struggling with the technique and fitness levels required but I’m a creaky old fart and 20 years of football is a hard thing to shake off but I’m going to keep fighting, keep working and maybe I’ll get to be half decent before I have to retire and if I’m lucky, take up coaching and play as big a part as I can in turning handball into a popular sport here.

    • Thanks for sharing your story, Paul!

      I know what you mean about habits being hard to break – I can’t play in goal in football any more because I keep wandering over to the post and trying to kneel down, like I would in floorball. This is less than ideal!

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