Aleksey Shpilevsky:
Well, yes my family is quite sporty, and I’m part of the younger generation. My grandfather was an Olympian. Not a champion, but he won an Olympic bronze medal and also a silver in fencing. So from a young age, sport was already in my blood. I grew up in that kind of environment. My father, of course, was also a professional footballer. He played for the Belarus national team and was part of the Soviet Union’s youth team. You could say I was trained from a young age — already from the age of three or four. It’s not that I had no choice, but I loved it. I really liked it. No one forced me. Even now, when I compare it to the young generation, I see how different it is. No one ever pushed me — I just went to school with a football and played with it every free minute. If not football at school, I was always doing different sports. I even took up tennis at one point. I remember when my father moved to Germany to play football, we moved with him. I must’ve been five or six at the time. We lived on a large property with a lot of space. It had this big wall, and after school, I’d always grab a tennis racket and just hit balls against it. The owner of the house used to get angry and tell me to stop because I was destroying the wall. So yeah, that love for sport — and football in particular — definitely came from my family and from a young age. Eventually, I followed in my father’s footsteps. I played for the Belarus U-17 national team. But at that crucial age — around 16 — I hit a growth spurt, and with it came one injury after another. First, my Achilles tendon became inflamed. Then I had constant pain in my back muscles, then issues with my groin. And finally, during a training camp while playing for the Stuttgart Academy, I suffered a spinal injury. I had a herniated disc — at just 16 years old. I collapsed and couldn’t get up. I ended up spending two and a half to three years going around Europe to see different doctors and specialists. It was a long journey. Around that time — in 2005 — we had the European Championship. It was a huge deal because it was the first time our Belarusian age group qualified. No one after us managed to do it again. If you played well there, scouts would notice you and you’d likely sign a professional contract. But I was injured. I’d already spent a year and a half undergoing treatment. I ended up playing in that tournament with injections — I couldn’t turn properly, the pain was unbearable, and I just couldn’t perform at the level I knew I was capable of. After that, I spent another year or so in recovery.
Eventually, a doctor sat me down and said, “Alexey, look — with your spinal condition, it’s going to be very difficult to continue in professional sport. You’re still young, you have your whole life ahead of you. Don’t risk it — the consequences could be serious. You could end up disabled.” They wanted to operate, but my family was categorically against it. They said if the operation went wrong, I might end up in a wheelchair. So we were firmly against it. After all that — nearly three years of pain and over 3,000 injections in my back — I realized it was pointless to keep torturing myself. I had to finish school and go to university. I didn’t know what I’d become — I just wanted to stay involved in sport. Whether I’d be a coach or something else, I didn’t know. I enrolled in an online university and studied sports management. Around the same time, I was out on my bike one day, riding through the forest near where my parents live. There’s a football field nearby, just above the hill. When I rode past, I saw a team training — 12 or 13-year-olds. The head coach was my former coach from the regional national team.
I messaged him after the session and said, “Hey, I was cycling by today and saw your training.” We got talking. I had been the captain of his team — the best player he had — so we had a strong bond. He said, “Of course, come. If you want, you can start with me right away as an assistant.” So I did. I was 19 at the time, and I really enjoyed it — coaching kids, showing them things. They looked up to me — not quite like an idol, but as an example. And just five or six months later, I was given the position of head coach for the U-17s. I was still just 19 years old. It was a tough age group. The kids were from many different nationalities. Sometimes we only had six or seven players show up because many were skipping school or dealing with other issues. Their behavior was difficult — there were even situations that nearly turned violent. But somehow, I managed to unite them and bring back the joy of training and football.
Within a week, we had 20 players showing up regularly. Parents started calling me, saying, “Alexey, thank you so much. We’re amazed — our kids have transformed.” That’s when I realized I had a talent for this. I could connect with teenagers and inspire them. I began doing coaching licenses in Germany in parallel.
And from there, it all started to grow. After two years, I was invited back to the Stuttgart Academy where I had played as a footballer. Then came an invitation from the Red Bull Leipzig Academy. And the journey continued from there.