Former Cardiff City captain Sean Morrison’s exclusive WalesOnline column
Pre-season is a funny one. From the outside, people see footballers jetting off to Portugal or Spain and assume it’s all sunshine and easy living. The reality? Sometimes it can be absolute chaos.
First things first, the off-season is crucial.
As soon as the season finishes, the lads are told to have two or three weeks of complete rest – and I mean complete. Don’t lift a finger.
Even if you haven’t played much, you’ve still trained non-stop for 10 months, so your body needs that reset.
After that, you’re back into it with an individual programme. Everyone’s is different – gym work, running, body fat targets. The staff keep a close eye on it all.
These days, most lads are so professional you don’t really see anyone coming back in terrible shape anymore. If you do, you’re instantly chasing it and it shows.
I always liked to tick over a bit, especially with leg weights, just to keep everything around my knees strong. But generally, by the time you report back, you should be ready to hit the ground running – literally.
Now, pre-seasons themselves… they’ve changed massively.
When I first started, it was brutal. Eight to 10 days of just running – 400s, 800s, mile runs – getting absolutely beasted. Football in the morning, running again in the evening. Proper old-school.
The best one I ever did was under Nigel Adkins at Reading.
Everything was ball-based from day one. You were still working hard, still getting your fitness in, but it was all through football. I loved that. And to be fair, that’s the direction the game has gone in now.
But not every pre-season is smooth.
I remember one Cardiff City pre-season in Germany under Paul Trollope and Ryland Morgans – the pitches we played on were a disgrace. Rock hard, massive divots everywhere, genuinely dangerous.
I remember Lennie Lawrence saying, “We can’t play here, this is ridiculous!”
One game got called off, so we went back to the training ground to play another game and it was abandoned half way through because of a storm!
The gym wasn’t great, the hotel was poor… those little details matter more than people think. The boys were then chasing minutes right into the start of the season and we started terribly. Paul lost his job after just 12 games that season. Brutal.
Then you’ve got the random stuff.
Under Neil Warnock we went to Champneys in Leicestershire during a heatwave. No air-con.
It was so hot that lads were dragging their mattresses into corridors and even bathrooms just to try and sleep.
Me and Joe Ralls were roommates and we would to sit in the lobby playing cards until late because we didn’t want to go back to the room.
Trying to train properly after a night like that? No chance.
And then there was America, the summer immediately after relegation from the Premier League.
We turned up to one pitch and it wasn’t even grass — it was sand. They’d spray-painted it green to make it look like a football pitch! You could literally put your finger straight through it. It was baking hot as well. You couldn’t make it up.
After that we went to New Mexico, about 1,500 metres above sea level. The altitude was a killer.
We had to train at the crack of dawn, couldn’t do double sessions, and again the pitches weren’t great. It’s a bit of pot luck sometimes – you just don’t know what you’re going to get.
There were also the “team bonding” ideas, which weren’t always popular to say the least.
I remember being sent into a forest in Germany with a compass and coordinates. We were split into five teams and had to rendezvous back at a certain point.
Lads had never read a map in their lives. Kagisho Dikgacoi was still with Cardiff then and, bless him, I remember the look on his face. He was devastated!
It was pouring down with rain – an absolute shambles. The boys were fuming. They gave us a golf day afterwards to calm things down!
It’s a different world now, though.
When I was 17 at Swindon, the bonding session was going out into the nearest town after the last game and being on it until 4am. I loved it at the time, trying to prove myself with the older lads. That doesn’t really happen anymore.
These days it’s more golf, maybe a quiet beer, a bit of fishing. I remember doing clay pigeon shooting one pre-season. The professionalism has gone through the roof.
And to be fair, clubs are smarter with pre-season planning now.
I read that Cardiff are going to Cork this summer – that sounds ideal. Close to home, fans can travel, and importantly the staff will have checked everything out beforehand.
Brian Barry-Murphy, returning to his hometown, will know exactly what he’s getting – pitches, facilities, all of it.
Because trust me, if you get that wrong, it can make a long few weeks feel even longer.
And, needless to say, this pre-season is important. There is a real buzz and momentum around Cardiff and there will be positive press and a little spotlight on them when that Championship season hurtles around in August. And rightly so.
They are an exciting team, group of players and staff. With supporters on their side, I cannot wait to see what they do this summer and am already excited to see this team test themselves back in the Championship.
First, though, it’s time for them to rest. They’ve certainly earned it.





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