Coventry?s manager on rejuvenating the Championship leaders, coaching highs and lows, and why the ?golden generation? debate is overplayed
?I?ve got a bit of a fat ankle, you can probably see the swelling,? Frank Lampard says, legs crossed, looking towards his right foot. At first glance it could be mistaken as evidence of his hands-on approach at Coventry City training, collateral damage from partaking in those snappy rondos. The reality is a world away from frontline coaching. ?I twisted it playing with the kids in Hyde Park on a Sunday,? he says, breaking into a broad smile.
It is Lampard down to a T. As a youngster he was ticked off by his late mother, Patricia, for wearing football boots to bed and once spent a weekend in Bournemouth at his uncle Harry Redknapp?s house breaking in a pair of moulds. Lampard has always been immersed in the game, from joining Heath Park boys? club and fulfilling his dream of pulling on a West Ham shirt to cementing his place as one of England?s greatest midfielders across 13 years and countless trophies at Chelsea. Those days have gone ? Coventry represents his fourth club as a manager ? but the 47-year-old still believes in being in the thick of things.
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