Evgeny Prokopenko Biography

Prokopenko Evgeny was born in the year in the village of Ternovka, Bakhchisarai district. He took his first steps in football thanks to his father, Nikolai Yuryevich Prokopenko. He is a big fan of football. And not only a fan, but also a good football player. At one time, he even played in the duplicate composition of Tavria, and is it necessary to say that this hobby did not pass by him in the future, when he began to work in the national economy.

Constantly on the weekend trips to some tournaments, games, and it is natural that I always had a place in the car or on the bus. Here, among the Batin friends - football players, in these "fragrant" lockers, or at the eye of the football field, I contacted football. Yes, and the same thing was at home. Moreover, at home, this means not only in the stadium, which the father built with his friend Uncle Vanya Pogorelov, but literally.

Dad for birthdays gave balls, and he placed them on the closet. I was categorically forbidden to touch them, but how to resist such a temptation? As a result, both the chandelier and window glass suffered! Well, what else should the son of a football player be? More - less seriously to engage in football, I became when a football section opened in our village. It was somewhere in a year in when I studied in the second grade.

The news spread out that a coach appeared, who invited everyone to come to the stadium. I wouldn’t refuse, but then the crowd syndrome worked. The whole village went to record football. Among the suffering was me. The coach in this improvised section was Sergey Vasilievich Dunduk. I can rightfully call him my first coach. What to say about that section? Yes, everything was very simple.

A sort of impromptu in rural conditions! The training process was organized by the game method. It may be primitive, but the material base for more was not designed. But such an organization suited us as well, because we liked to play exactly, and not to learn some elements of football technique. Football is a game? Then we play! I will say that I did a good job.

In these games, playing the attacker, I scored a lot, and I even looked very much in the village. So to speak, I was in authority! And I did not need more. And who was I then? And in the future, engaged in the Bahchisaray boobs, I would not say that we were strongly stuffed with the development of the elements of the game technique. Almost the same game method.

Therefore, when over time I got into a good team, against the background of the guys who went through a good school in childhood, I felt like a wooden one. During the game, you understand the mind where you need to be, you understand what to do, and the body and ball do not obey you. So insulting, already to tears! And you will not make up! After all, certain qualities develop only at a certain age!

Therefore, if my article is now reading a young football player, or a novice coach, I specifically appeal to you. In football, everything is interconnected and important. And technology, tactics, coordination, and physical training, and even knowledge of the rules of the game in football. A shortage in one aspect of the preparation of a football player gives rise to a marriage and will not allow you to achieve the heights of a football player's career!

I remember how Yura Pleshakov, our leader of the attacks, not too much in childhood and youth, who bothering his training, but thanks to talent, who received an invitation to the youth team of Ukraine, told bitterly on the arrival of the fee about how wooden he felt there. Everything, as in my case! Therefore, remember friends, there are no trifles in football! But then, as a child, I did not think about it with Sergey Vasilievich.

Yes, and my coach, I am sure too. After all, he also agreed to become a coach only because of a love of football, and only because he wanted us, rural children to occupy something. But with all this, it was he who strengthened the love of football in me and it was he who was able to put faith in me in my own strengths. For this, thank you very much! Well, special thanks for contributing to my involvement in the games for the school team.

But then I was about 12 years old-with all my heart, having thanked Sergei Vasilyevich quite deservedly, I suddenly realized with shame that almost nothing had said about another person who had made more for me on my way than someone else. And I want, dad, now from my whole son's heart to thank you! After all, in a big account, it is you, a football player, gave birth to me, because you brought me to football, and you instilled in me love for him!

And this is the most important thing! And then, dad, how many times your advice and personal example helped me on the football path. Thank you, dad for you for everything! On the next, higher step of my football career, I was able to climb just somewhere at the age of years. Father played for the team of Bakhchisarai veterans, and once meeting at the stadium of the local Youth Sports School Oleg Vasilyevich Grebenchik, asked when he would take me to his team.

He answered - "... how to learn how to fill a thousand times, so let him come."As I understand now, the conversation was of an optional half -joking character, and Oleg Vasilievich also joked answering his father. But I took it for a clean coin! And from that moment he set a goal before him, to learn how to fill this treasured thousand. My father supported me in every way in this, and acted as an arbiter during the calculation.

And when I was able to fulfill this standard, I went to Bakhchisarai with a pure heart for admission to the Chipsch. At that time, in Bakhchisarai sports, Spartak Arutovich Evstigneev was a large figure. A serious entrepreneur, very loving sport. And he took the local boobs under his wing. True, his love was also shared with us boxers. To be honest, I still do not understand how to love the sport in order to just spend a lot of money on it.

I remember the guys said that he bought and installed professional rings and installed, and he drove the teams of boxers to Moscow. And we, football players, went to match meetings in the Crimea, and for tournaments in Yevpatoria and Alushta. The fees organized for us tournaments.

Yes, and dressed - we were shod decent! Form, boots, please! I remembered how we were taken to Kyiv, where we played with our peers from Dynamo Kyiv. Their coach wore a characteristic surname of Koschey. So we were able to draw to them to a draw to the general surprise! But Dmitry Valentinovich, and not Oleg Vasilievich, as I expected. Probably because according to them, the distribution coaches, he went to this age.

So my ability to fill a thousand times was unclaimed! What will I say about Dmitry Valentinovich? A very decent and kind person. I especially remember that he never shouted at us. Believe me that the boys are very appreciated. I also remembered how he took care of me. The fact is that dad did not always manage to come to the end of the training to take me home, and was forced to wait for him either on the site in good weather, or in the locker room.

So Valentinovich will ask a hundred times if I need something, and never went home, without waiting for my father to come after me. Thank you, my coach, for that the warmth of your soul that you generously shared with us! Spartak Bakhchisarai with Ladokhin do not consider me a fuel and brash, but I will say that my warriors in training in Bakhchisarai were an act at that time.

The transport rarely went. I remember how to get from Ternovka to Bakhchisaray the only bus passing through our village in the afternoon. And he didn’t go back anymore, and my route was like that - to a tank bus from Bakhchisarai, and then through Red Mack, Zalesnoye, Mangup with a foot! What just for the sake of football you won’t do! But I must say right away that even with all my stubbornness I could not make this path every day.