(This is an unemployed story, I will probably update every half-season, but I may update more often depending on results and to advance the story. Names are changed/omitted to protect the innocent. The manager is based off a more sarcastic and bachelor version of me. In real life I coach *American* football and wrestling and am happily married with three kids. I have loaded all levels of Belgium, Brazil, England, Mexico, Scotland, Portugal, and the US. I intend to start in Europe but will see how it goes)
His coaching mentor drove the manager to the airport and talked logistics. Having done something similar himself when he came to America from Ghana he had given up trying to talk the manager out of it. "You never told me how you got your coaching badges?" the mentor inquired.
"Remember my trip to Cancun for two months last summer? Yeah, I didn't go to Cancun. Plus some of it is online now." The manager added, "****, I don't know if I'll even get a job. I have enough in savings to travel around for about 2 years if I have to. And if it doesn't work out, you only need a pulse to get hired to teach math around here. Plus some famous high school coach might need an assistant." His mentor laughed. "Hey if I knew I was eligible for an EU passport when I was 22 I would have tried this broke! Now at least I won't starve even after I find a job."
The pulled up to the airport. Jokingly, the mentor said "I expect tickets when you make the Premier League."
"OK, I think I can make the Skrill Premier in a few years!:
Later, as he sat in the poorly named Fresno-Yosemite International Airport having a highly overpriced pint of pale ale, he pulled up his tablet and hatched a plan. He noted that there were a few 3rd Belgium Division and the usual Skrill N/S open positions. His flight plan took him to England first; he booked a quick flight to Brussels for early in the week with the intention of trying out Beligium too. He didn't know Dutch - **** he claimed to know Spanish but he spoke the California slang dialect poorly even - but it was worth a shot. He was going to chase a dream.
His coaching mentor drove the manager to the airport and talked logistics. Having done something similar himself when he came to America from Ghana he had given up trying to talk the manager out of it. "You never told me how you got your coaching badges?" the mentor inquired.
"Remember my trip to Cancun for two months last summer? Yeah, I didn't go to Cancun. Plus some of it is online now." The manager added, "****, I don't know if I'll even get a job. I have enough in savings to travel around for about 2 years if I have to. And if it doesn't work out, you only need a pulse to get hired to teach math around here. Plus some famous high school coach might need an assistant." His mentor laughed. "Hey if I knew I was eligible for an EU passport when I was 22 I would have tried this broke! Now at least I won't starve even after I find a job."
The pulled up to the airport. Jokingly, the mentor said "I expect tickets when you make the Premier League."
"OK, I think I can make the Skrill Premier in a few years!:
Later, as he sat in the poorly named Fresno-Yosemite International Airport having a highly overpriced pint of pale ale, he pulled up his tablet and hatched a plan. He noted that there were a few 3rd Belgium Division and the usual Skrill N/S open positions. His flight plan took him to England first; he booked a quick flight to Brussels for early in the week with the intention of trying out Beligium too. He didn't know Dutch - **** he claimed to know Spanish but he spoke the California slang dialect poorly even - but it was worth a shot. He was going to chase a dream.