An Aussie in Pom Land

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As I stepped off Qantas flight QF31 at Manchester Airport thoughts of my childhood ran through my mind. Playing soccer, or football as i would have to start calling it now, with St. Ives, my junior club, at the local park dreaming of one day being a world class player. These dreams had come crashing down when i was involved in a crucial Vespa accident at the age of just 17. After my accident I had become a manager for my younger brothers under 7's side and I had watched the team develop from 6 year olds to 17 year old state champions. Once I had lead the squad to the state title i felt my time with the lads had been fulfilled.

This leads me to just two months ago when I realised I could have a real future in management. I had sent CV's off to all the clubs around Sydney, but to no avail. I had decided maybe overseas was where I should be looking so I emailed my CV to numerous clubs around South America and Europe. After months of nothing I finally received that crucial phone call. That phone call couldn't have been anymore life changing for me. A chance to return to my birthplace and lead a squad to glory!

A push in the back snapped me back into focus as I looked around a rather crowded airport. I picked my bags up from the carousel and headed for the nearest door. It was going to be about an hour drive in my 'temporary hire car' to a place I hadn't been since I was born. A place that held so much hope for me. That place was, Barnsley.
 
As I finally pulled into my grandmothers driveway on Halifax Street I had one last thought of my family and friends I had left behind in Sydney.
"Leaving them was the easy part of what was to come"
I told myself as I opened the door of my Hertz Audi A5 hire car. It was raining heavily and I had to grab my bags and dash to the door. I rang the bell about 5 times as I remembered how deaf my grandma was.
"Is that you Charlie dear?" my grandma's squeaky voice echoed through the intercom.
"Yes gran can you open the door please its ******* down!"
The door creaked open revealing my frail old nan.
"Charlie love it's been too long! How are you?" she asked.
"I'm great thanks gran, a bit wet, but great! You're looking young as ever I see" I said trying not to laugh.
"Oh you're too kind dear" she replied with a wrinkly smirk.
"Mr. Cryne called from the football stadium. He wants you over there immediately"
"Thanks for letting me know. Here's my bag" I said handing the old lady a bag that may have been a tad too heavy for her.
"I'll be home later!" I yelled as i headed back to the car.

"Thank you for meeting me this morning Mr. Sanchez as I realise you may be a bit jetlag" Mr. Cryne, chairman of Barnsley football club, said with a wide smile from ear to ear.
"Not at all a problem Mr. Cryne thank you ever so much for giving me this opportunity!" I replied with a grin wider than his.
"Now then, we should get into business. I expect you as manager of this football club as I have removed Mark Robins on short notice to have you here" stated the chairman, his smile replaced with a much more serious tone to his face.
"I intend to keep this team from being relegated this season and to hopefully move the club onto bigger and better things in the near future" I replied with a hint of confidence in my voice.
"Excellent!" replied Mr. Cryne.
"Now then, shall we introduce you to the media?"

"Mr. Sanchez. Is it true there will be a wave of new players and staff coming in with your arrival?" asked a reporter from BBC Sheffield.
"I definately have my eyes set on bring a few fresh faces to boost the squad" I replied having already scouted around for a few young players.
"Is it also true we will see a change in Barnsley's kits this season?" questioned the same reporter.
"Yes that is true in fact I am leaving the kit designs up to the fans this season"
"Mr. Sanchez will be taking no more questions this afternoon folks thanks for coming out to welcome him" stated Mr. Cryne ushering me out of the interview room.
"You did good kid" he reassured me as I breathed a silent sigh of relief. I hated the press.

---------- Post added at 07:51 AM ---------- Previous post was at 07:50 AM ----------

cheers for the comments guys will update in the morning. Its 2:50 in the morning here!
 
I had to do a double-take there - thought it said "Australian in **** land"! ;)

Looks nice, will check every little while :D
 
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