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As we step into 2026, I want you to know this: your goalkeeper dream matters. Even if others don’t see it. Even if they don’t understand how much it means to you. Never let anyone steal that dream or talk you out of it. If you want to become above average, you must be willing to work harder than the average. It’s the early mornings, the extra reps, the quiet discipline when nobody is clapping. It’s learning from mistakes, getting back up, and refusing to be defined by one bad moment. And here’s what I promise you: J4K will be right there with you. Every session, every match, every setback and bounce-back — we’ll keep supporting you with gloves you can trust, advice that’s real, and a community that believes in goalkeepers. In 2026, you are not doing this alone. I’m here. J4K is here. We’ll keep pushing you, backing you, and helping you chase what you really want. J4K - Proud to be different. Ray Newland PS: Comment below — what is your dream for 2026?

All the best for 2026 What’s everyone’s plans anything nice 🥳

I hope everyone has had a good year and has a great new year. Do what's right for you and your loved ones. Looking forward to the year ahead

Guys, i was concerned when i read the below post by @Rachael Holmes - so i thought i would do a short video to not only help Rachael, and Jaxon, but as i know sadly most of you in this community will go through a similar experience - thought i would record to help you. IF YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH SOMETHING SIMILAR - WHAT DID YOU DO ? PLEASE COMMENT BELOW 👇 I am beyond angry. I am devastated! I’m shaking as I write this because I cannot understand how ONE person - one adult - can inflict so much emotional damage on an 11-year-old boy. My son used to be full of light. He lived and breathed goalkeeping. He had passion, hope, fire - this beautiful spark that made him feel unstoppable. And now? Now he’s a shattered version of himself. He’s drowning in self-doubt, questioning everything he used to love. He genuinely believes he’s not good enough to be a goalkeeper anymore. An eleven-year-old child should never feel that way. And what breaks me the most is that the very people who were supposed to protect him, guide him, nurture him, DEVELOP him - the ones he trusted - are the same ones who tore him apart. His so-called coach, the one who promised him the world, who stood in front of him telling him how “amazing” he was… that same man turned around and ripped him to pieces that no one else saw. How can someone build up a child with one breath and destroy him with the next? Does he even realise what he’s done to my son? No. He doesn’t. And he carries on with his life as if nothing happened. As if he hasn’t left an 11-year-old boy picking up the broken pieces of his confidence. The damage is done, and he doesn’t give a damn. And everyone around him still supports him and praises him and we are classed as pests, a nuisance and causing trouble! Meanwhile, I’m left watching my son crumble. My heart aches - physically aches - for my boy. And I don’t know how to bring his spark back. 😭 For the first time in over two years, he refused to go to goalkeeper training. He said, “I can’t dive… I’m not good enough… the other boys are better, so what’s the point?” Hearing those words from a child who used to throw himself around the pitch with joy and bravery tore something inside me.