The world of floorball could be pictured as the skeleton in my closet, because in rock'n roll you're supposed to say "music saved me from sports". I got introduced to this ball game through my son. When he was the size of a fire hydrant he started this game where boards crash, the nets swing and the one on ones are as intense as in a boxing match. The fast tempo of the game, the speed and the coordination ability that requires a lot of talent are things that easily makes you fall for it. And, as often happens in junior leagues and sport clubs, I, as an idle dad on the side of the field, got recruited to coach my sons team. I can still be found there, at the moment as "help for the pros.".

The urge of learning the secrets of the game, the tactics and working with juniors has only grown with the years. The most giving part of this has been to realize how far pure enthusiasm and interest can get you.  Many bands and artists could learn much from the world of sports. You need to focus on your own head everyday and learning to concentrate on the relevant is essential. And what became of the fire hydrant sized junior, he is now as tall as I am and a damn good floorball player! In this part the thanks go to the  Espoon Oilers organization, Hexi Arteva, Oilers 94's and Oilers Inter's juniors and Johan Stolt... and of course  Niklas.