There is an understandable instinct to throw your eyes as far back into your head as your physically capable when someone from the media brings up their interactions with “insert player/coach/executive.” Generally and genuinely, no one cares. But how do you not start with a personal anecdote when the person you’re writing about treats each person they interact with as though there are countless personal anecdotes shared between them?
All I could think of the first time I ventured to Atlanta United’s training ground in Marietta was Impostor Syndrome. You know, that thing where you’re positive, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’ll swiftly and magnificently be exposed as a complete fraud to everyone around you?