A Hand Shake of Promise, A Signature of Commitment.

Friday August 28th, 2009....A phone call can change your life, from the minute you pick up and say hello, to the last words of talk to you later. This phone call was a special one that I have been hoping for ever since I got off the plane in Scotland, the one that would open the doors of opportunity. The coach of Cowdenbeath F.C asked me to come up to the club to sign a contract with the club on this day. I'd like to thank the people who have helped me on my journey and been behind me all the way, the support you give me is the drive that pushes me further everyday.

Today (Aug 29th) I dressed for my first game with my new club. Our opponents for today was East Fife at their stadium. A nice pitch on a clear day but very windy. When I walked into the changeroom today I loved the energy amongst the team and everyone was just happy that it was match day, the day where all your hard work from the week pays off. During the match I felt our team looked stronger. We got on the board first with a scramble infront of the goal from the corner kick in the first half. East Fife got themselves back in the game in the second half to give a final result of 1-1. I felt we should have claimed all 3 points, but that's how the game goes when you miss a couple chances. Despite being on the bench today, I really enjoyed the game day experience and just having a chance to mold with my teammates. As time goes by I will become stronger with those who choose to do battle with me on the park. I will keep you guys posted as the weeks go by. All the best.

Cam.

The Blue Brazil.

Another week has gone by and another week of waiting for the phone to ring. This time through a coached called me from Cowdenbeath (division 2), otherwise known as the blue brazil, which funny enough anyone I've asked doesn't know why. Tuesday night they played in the Scottish cup against Dundee, which ended up in a 3-0 loss for Cowdenbeath. It was going to be an interesting night before I even got to see the grounds as I had a tough time getting in. I'll never forget the moment I walked into this stadium as I noticed a fence going all the way around the field and more importantly the fact that there was some form of a track around it. Unlike many facilities where a running track may be around the soccer pitch, this was totally surprise. This track was for racing cars around! I couldn't believe it, so when I got home I went onto youtube to check it out and it was just that. The Thursday night I attended training with the team, which was interesting as well. We ran a lap of the field for warm up quick stretch and to hear nothing but ''ok Cam get in goals.'' I was surprised that the coach was stepping right into a shooting drill without even getting a feel for the ball first. Practice went well, knowing that there was potential to get a game on the upcoming Saturday, pending on international clearance. Unfortunately I didn't receive any clearance, which wouldn't surprise me being from Canada, the csa always does this, takes their sweet time. So no games just yet, kind of getting itchy for one as it's been a while since I've properly kicked someone. I'm hoping that this week will be more productive on the field and I'll be closer to finding a team. I'll hopefully have some more information soon. Click the link below to see the entertaining field! Take care,

CENTRAL PARK COWDENBEATH

Cam

First Save.

It's been almost a week and after a little bit of phone tag I've finally managed to get my first training session in with a club called Forfar Athletic. When my cousin dropped me off at the field it was a bit funny because none of the players were there, but there were some younger children getting ready for practice. It was a bit funny cause there was some slight hesitation that someone had set me up for a laugh. The team did finally show and I met with the manager. Then my favourite part of joining a new team, sitting in the changeroom with that awkward silence because you're a loner and don't know anyone haha. I don't find it difficult at all to understand what people say over here but when you're in a concrete cell (changeroom) and you have about 5-10 different people talking at the same time then it becomes a bit troubling. I was really glad to be back on the pitch and training again. Myself and two other keepers trained with the keeper coach for a majority of the session and then took in some shots with the rest of the team for the last part of the session. After the session I spoke with the coach who was pleased with my performance and said that I've done well for myself. He wants me to stick around and we'll see where this yellow brick road goes.

Flight To The Dream.

The day has finally come! Many people have asked me if I'm getting excited about what lays across the ocean. Up until the drive to the airport I had no emotion. Now they're scattered everywhere as if I were struggling to open a pack of candy and it exploded everywhere. The excitement is building as I get closer to begining the chase. An interesting point was made by my girlfriend as she took me to the airport. We were talking about how i feel like I'm on the plane all the time and then she says to me, "it seems like everytime your on a plane your life changes its path." I remember in grade 5 I did an assignment on becoming a pro footballer. From that point until now alot of things have happened on the field and off, great times and bad. I'm confident about this opportunity because the fight of a warrior, a leader, is in my blood; just look at my parents that's who they are. I can't appreciate anything more then the people around me. Friends who believe in me, a family who loves me, teammates who battle with me, coaches who challenge me and those opponents who try to stop me from tasting success. Come Monday I will have my first training session and my first step across the white line where the path to reality begins. As they say shoot for the moon, land amongst the stars. Until Monday, from the keeper who catches strikers dreams, take care of yourself and others.

Cam