My name is Natnif Yraelo, I am a 30 year old Icelandic ex-Sunday League footballer forced to retire due to injury. In the months after having to leave football I also lost my job, my friends, my car and my house. I now live in tiny apartment in my hometown Hafnarfjorour, also home to my favourite club FH the Icelandic champions. I used to go to see them play a lot but now I can't afford it with only enough to pay my rent and eat one and a half meals a day with my Social Allowance.
I had a lot of time to think these days with nothing better to do and recently I've been thinking about what I would've loved to do with my life. Football Management. It had always been my dream but I'd never done anything about it. Ah..what the ****, I have nothing to lose. Literally.
I called my old coach at my Sunday League club and was extremely surprised at his response. He said they'd book me into a coaching course for next week, paid fully by the club as I'd been such a service to the club over the last few years! Wow! I was in shock but I couldn't wait, football coaching. The first step to reaching my dream of football management.
3 Weeks Later
I sat nervously by computer all day long on the 20th of June 2009. Waiting and waiting for the email. Either a certificate or a hard luck sir would be in the email that I was to receive today and I just couldn't wait. I started tapping the desk nervously with my fingers and felt a wave of exhaustion coming over me from staying up all night. I ran into the kitchen and fixed up a cup of coffee. Just as I was pooring the milk in my email tone went off on the computer. I swung around sending coffee spraying around the small kitchen and sprinted into the main room knocking two chairs and a table out of my way. I stared at my inbox and the new email titles 'Icelandic Football Association : Coaching Course Results'. I couldn't bare it any longer, I clicked into the email...
Dear Sir,
You have passed the Icelandic Football Associations Coaching Course with flying colours. A certificate will be mailed to your stated address and probably arrive less than an hour after this email.
Yours Sincerely,
Anonymous.
Normally I would have probably found it strange that Anonymous was the signature at the end of the email but right now strange didn't matter. I had passed the course and that was all that mattered. I cleared up the broken cup and coffee with a new found energy. I waited eagerly until the post arrived and I didn't even open the letter when it did. I just carried it into my room, placed it under the pillow and slapped down onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.
21st June 2009
I woke up the morning of the 21st June 2009 and immediately leaped out of bed. I sprinted to the computer and searched for a site where I could find available jobs in football. At first I was searching for coaching jobs but then I saw it...a small advertisement. 'Available Worldwide Jobs in Football Management'. I double clicked and a page presented me with all the jobs available worldwide and there was a section where you could click down to lower level jobs as I didn't think I had much hope of an English Premier job to be honest.
Available Jobs : Semi-Professional :
Floriana (Premier League Malta)
Msida SJ (Premier League Malta
Kevlavik (Premier Division Iceland)
Mika (Armenian High League)
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I flicked through the teams and decided to right up my application that I would email to every club that interested me. Meaning every single one of them. Two hours later I had sent my shabby application to a lot of clubs all of whom would probably reject me but I was prepared to sit here for the rest of my life until I got a response.
I know it looks nice for where I live as an office area but I didn't lose 'everything' when I got fired.