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My hands were sweaty as I handed in the test, that was the final test of my FIFA master at Leicester, it hadn't been an easy course, and I wasn't the most brilliant student, but that didn't put me down, because if there was something I did have, that was ambition.

I did pass the exam, and I was really excited by the prospect of being a manager with just 25 years, but for the moment I decided I wanted to relax and take a break from football.​

Two weeks later...

My phone rang, it was John, my agent:


John: Hey there, George. Tell me, did you pass it?

Me: Course, I did.

John: Great, because you need to get back to the states ASAP

Me: Well, I was planning on touring Europ....

John:
No way, I've been pushing my contacts to get you some interviews over here and you are coming like it or not, I've booked you tickets for tomorrow. Wear smart, you've got an interview straight out of the plane.

Me:
But...

That's all I could say before he hanged, I smiled, he certainly was a pain in the *** but he knew how to do his job **** well.
 
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