Danneskjold
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Just an average Joe... named Joe.
I never really imagined walking into a football club as a manager. Even at Flanagan's Onions I always saw myself as more player than manager. It was just a group of youngsters pulling on a kit and doing something they loved.
Scarborough Athletic? This is a real football club. There's a Conference trophy from 1987. This team has been in the Football League.
We're in Conference North now but that is serious football compared to what I knew in Bermuda.
If you're wondering who I am? Nobody. Just a 24 year old Doctoral student. A geek. My father was an Irish investment banker who fell in love with a girl from Bermuda. I can't blame him. My mother is terrific. Dad was in Bermuda working for an insurance company and stumbled into the right place at the right time. The rest is history. The result is me.
Like every other kid, I wanted to be a football hero. Dad wanted me to be a businessman. Mom wanted me to be happy. They both wanted me to do my homework. I was good at it! The football? Not so much. To be honest the only reason I got any matches were… 1) I was smart, 2) I was left footed, and 3) I would actually show up. When you live on such beautiful island that #3 was important.
Scarborough? I showed up for the interview and I've always been able to talk a good game (even if the cross went a bit awry). It seems they're willing to take a chance on a left footed nerd with a brain and an ability to talk. "Make something up and pretend to be confident." That was my Grandfather's advice and it usually worked. Got me a few dates, a scholarship to college, one trip to the back of a police car and now a job.
Welcome to football.
I never really imagined walking into a football club as a manager. Even at Flanagan's Onions I always saw myself as more player than manager. It was just a group of youngsters pulling on a kit and doing something they loved.
Scarborough Athletic? This is a real football club. There's a Conference trophy from 1987. This team has been in the Football League.
We're in Conference North now but that is serious football compared to what I knew in Bermuda.
If you're wondering who I am? Nobody. Just a 24 year old Doctoral student. A geek. My father was an Irish investment banker who fell in love with a girl from Bermuda. I can't blame him. My mother is terrific. Dad was in Bermuda working for an insurance company and stumbled into the right place at the right time. The rest is history. The result is me.
Like every other kid, I wanted to be a football hero. Dad wanted me to be a businessman. Mom wanted me to be happy. They both wanted me to do my homework. I was good at it! The football? Not so much. To be honest the only reason I got any matches were… 1) I was smart, 2) I was left footed, and 3) I would actually show up. When you live on such beautiful island that #3 was important.
Scarborough? I showed up for the interview and I've always been able to talk a good game (even if the cross went a bit awry). It seems they're willing to take a chance on a left footed nerd with a brain and an ability to talk. "Make something up and pretend to be confident." That was my Grandfather's advice and it usually worked. Got me a few dates, a scholarship to college, one trip to the back of a police car and now a job.
Welcome to football.
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