Blink and it?s Gone: The Autobiography of Abdi Ibrahim

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Chapter 1: Allons-y!


"This is the life", I thought to myself. Fast cars, beautiful Moroccan woman, and the smells of amazing food in circulation throughout the air. This is what I now resided in the middle of. My place in the city of Marrakech, Morocco is a villa or riad as it was know by in this part of the world. It is the calm in the middle of a bustling tourist "storm" if you want to call it that. I was sitting in a rooftop chair when I received a text. I then picked up my Samsung Galaxy S11X (it is 2020) to see who it was.

15 sec ago
Gabriele Marcotti: I'm on my way. Just got through security.

"OK", I replied. Oops, I guess I need to introduce myself. My name is Abdi, Abdi Ibrahim and I am American-Somali. My past occupation was in football management and I am now retired at 37. Some of you may be wondering, "why are you retired at only 37 years old?" It's a long story this roller coaster journey and is one I have agreed to describe to Marcotti as he has agreed to co-write an autobiography about my life with me. For six years, I experienced the highs and lows of being a football manager and for good and for bad, my career was like that of Ronaldinho as a player. Veni Vidi Vici.
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Chapter 2: She responded to the name of Bella.

As I waited for Marcotti to arrive, I sat on my chair and smoked some shisha. As I was having a look through my vast collection of music on my phone, I came across one of my all-time favorite songs Bella by French artist Maitre Gims. It had been years since I had listened to the song, and yet I still remembered the lyrics. Funnily enough, right before the refrain kicked in, the door bell rang. "Aaliyah can you get that please?" She is one of my maids and is a close friend of mine.
"Okay", she said in her heavily French accented Arabic. She then opened the door and led Marcotti upstairs to the roof.
"Ahh Marcotti ciao my friend", I exclaimed rising up from my chair. ?How are you? How was the flight? Security did not give you too much of a problem did they?"
"Actually they made my life miserable", he said in his trademark wry humor.
"Pieces of ****", I grumbled. "You should have just slipped them some cash and they would've left you alone. That's the only way you can deal with some of these people". "Aali bring me some Vimto with ice and Marcotti I know what you like. Bring him some San Pellegrino Orange please with a cup and ice". I then asked, "Gabi where's the rest of your stuff?"
"The ******* plane lost all my clothes. They estimated my bag will be here in 72 hours though".
"That's horrible", I groaned with a sympathetic look on my face. "You know what, I'll call my friend Omar and he'll bring some clothes to your hotel room tomorrow morning".
"Grazie", he said, "you are a life saviour".
As I put into my notes to remember to call Omar up later in order to tell him to send the clothes to Marcotti's room, Aaliyah came with our drinks and set them down on the table near us. "Merci Aali", I said, giving her a cheeky wink in the process. "I met in Marseille three years ago and she was working in the hotel my team was staying in", I said nonchalantly. "She's been working for me ever since". I could tell he was tired as I studied him while taking a sip of my drink and said, "let's get started". He got out his tablet to take notes on. As we began, the sun began to set in Marrakech and it was beautiful sight to behold.





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Chapter 3: The beginning before the beginning



"So", Marcotti started, "Where do you want to begin?"


"I guess I'll just start from the beginning. I was born into a very fortunate life. My father started as an engineer at Sony Ericsson and worked his way up to an executive. My mother, on the other hand, had a business in which she went to Middle Eastern cities like Jeddah and Dubai and she bought African and Arab clothes for cheap. She then proceeded to sell these clothes in the U.S. for much more expensive prices. Looking back now, those early years and the
extreme amounts of traveling got me ready for football management because by the age of 15, I was fluent in seven languages: English, Somali, Arabic, Italian, French, Spanish, and Dutch".


"Okay so when did you realize that you wanted to be a football manager?"


"When I came to the realization that I was a **** player", I joked. "No in all honesty I was 16 when Ferguson won the treble in 99 and that was a bit of inspiration for me, but not my only inspiration. Throughout my late teenage years and even until now I have studied managers like Rinus Michels, Arrigo Sacchi, Johan Cruiff, Bob Paisley, and Jose Mourinho. The problem was that I could not get the badges I needed living in the U.S. to manager, so I moved to Europe and got all my badges by the times I was 29".

"What was your first job in management?"

"My first job in management was when I was 27 at Hellas Verona for the 2009/2010 season and I spent three seasons there. When I left the club was anewly promoted Serie A side".

"Before then did you have any jobs", Marcotti asked while jotting something down.

"Yes, of course. I coached at some non league clubs and managed some lower league clubs until I completed my coaching badges and could get a serious job".

Marcotti, shifting in his seat, asked "now what apparently attracted the attention of Berlusconi was your use of youth or your transfer policy of 1,2,3 build an amazing team. Can you tell the story of how you came to get the Milan job?"

I took a sip of my drink and looked at him in the eyes. He was tired. "Gabi you look tired. Go to the hotel and get some rest we will continue this tomorrow".

"Oh come on give me a break", he exclaimed in a sarcastic voice. "You just want to watch the Milan game don't you?"

"You know me well Gabi. Anyway there's the taxi. Go and get some rest maybe enjoy the match as well".
As my personal chauffeur drove off with Marcotti, I went downstairs into the living room to enjoy the football. I may be retired, but until the day I die, I will watch and study this beautiful game.
 
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