Join Kentucky Premier League How To Tryout For Top Soccer Clubs
So today I wanna talk about this whole trying out for those big Kentucky soccer clubs thing. Man, it ain’t simple, let me tell ya. Gotta share how it actually went down for me, step by step.
Getting Started: Paperwork Hassle
First things first, I had to find out where and when these tryouts even happen. Spent ages just looking online, checking forums, asking parents whose kids played before. Finally got a lead on this open tryout session happening for the Kentucky Premier League clubs. Easy, right? Nope. The registration forms were worse than doing taxes. Had to fill out my whole soccer history, emergency contacts, doctor sign-offs… it felt endless.
Gear Up & The Long Drive
Morning of the tryout? Packed my bag the night before:
- Cleats cleaned twice (old ones, couldn’t afford fancy new ones)
- Multiple water bottles (it was HOT)
- Snacks like energy bars and fruit
- Extra shirt and socks (soaked through later, no surprise)
Woke up stupid early, like 5 AM, grabbed my stuff, and drove almost two hours to this complex way out in the boonies. Had a coffee, spilled half on my shirt. Awesome start. Saw the signs for the “Premier League Tryouts” and followed a line of nervous-looking kids and parents.
The Cattle Call
Checked in with these folks at a fold-up table. Felt like registering for the army. They gave me a cheap nylon bib with a huge number on it – mine was 148. Felt like cattle. Saw a bunch of coaches wearing club polos just standing together watching, barely talking. Intimidating as heck.
Here’s what they made us do:
- Running suicides till we puked: Okay, maybe not puking, but close. Tons of sprints back and forth to test speed and stamina. My lungs burned like crazy after the first 10 minutes.
- Passing drills under pressure: Just when you catch your breath, gotta trap a ball and pass accurately while some guy is breathing down your neck trying to steal it. Messed up quite a few.
- Small-sided games: Got thrown into tiny fields, 5v5 chaos. Trying to show off your skills while like 10 scouts just stare at you. Talk about pressure. You gotta stand out, but also play as a team? Tricky.
- Shooting drills: Booted shots at a keeper tired from blocking shots all morning. You score? Great. You miss? Feel like everyone saw.
The sun was beating down the whole time. Sweat pouring, legs turning to jelly. Felt like it went on forever. Saw a couple guys actually cramp up bad on the field.
Facing the Coaches & Reality
After the drills, they kinda just herded us off the fields. A few coaches called out numbers – players they wanted to speak to separately. Mine didn’t get called. Not a great sign. Ended up talking briefly to one assistant coach near the water station. Asked super basic stuff like positions I play and my team history. Felt rushed, like they had a hundred more kids to get through.
The Aftermath
Dragged myself back to the car. Exhausted, dirty, smelling like a locker room. The drive home felt twice as long. Kept replaying every bad touch, every missed shot in my head. Was I good enough? Who knows.
And here’s the kicker: I missed my shift at work that afternoon. My boss was pissed. Tried to explain about the big soccer tryout, but he just saw it as skipping work. We had a massive argument. Almost lost that job over it, seriously. Had to beg and promise extra shifts.
Did I get invited back? Yeah, actually got a callback for one club for a second look. Surprised me too. But after all that stress, the cost of gas, the gear, and nearly losing my paycheck? Made me think real hard about whether climbing that soccer ladder is worth the chaos. The chance is exciting, but dang, the system feels designed to eat you alive.
