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Prologue
I am Paul O'Reilly, a former , Nottingham Forrest, Newcastle and Birmingham City footballer. I won 20 caps for the Republic of Ireland during my career.I was known as the most naturally gifted footballer my country had produced since Liam Brady. And was the youngest debutant and goalscorer ever for the national side at 17 years and 54 days old .
So you may be asking yourself why then did I only go on to gain 19 more International caps for Ireland and why I do not list a really top side as one of my past employers. The answer is a combination of things.
In 1984, at the age of 15 , I was whisked from Waterford United across the pond to Division 2 club Birmingham City, or as it's known these days the Championship. At first, it was very nerve wracking being away from home on a near permanent basis. Indeed I ended up trying to fit in more so than having fun during my mid to late teens, when I should have been growing with the friends I already had back home. However, because I didn't have the distractions that I would have had at home in Waterford, I believe it allowed me to develop my football skills better than most other youngsters at the club.
Little did I know it then, but just over a year later, when the club had been promoted to Division 1,(The Premier League) I would be making my debut for the first team. Once I made my breakthrough into the first team, I was determined to do all I could to ensure I didn't drop back down into the reserves. Football was all I had to live for. Throughout the season I was afforded a few games here and there, generally playing on the left wing and always did my best to show what I could do. I scored 3 goals that season, in a side stuggling with the step up to the top division. Apparently I had made a good impression on division 1 that season though.
A few days after Birmingham were relegated back down to division 2, Brian Clough and Nottingham Forrest had a bid accepted for me and I was back in division 1. Clough was an extraordinary man, always a character even when saying nothing. He commanded immense respect from his players.
Forrest at the time were a harder team to break into than Birminghan were and it wasn't untill 3 months into the season that i got my first chance to prove myself in an established Division 1 team. Fearing it could even be my last, I grasped the opportunity and scored a cracker of a first goal against Watford. From then on in I was rotated in and out of the team and I even won my first Ireland cap a month later, again scoring on my debut.
The next season, I was in from the start against Norwich in August and only left the starting 11 when injured for a couple of weeks in November. Then at the turn of the year things started to go wrong, terribly wrong. At this point in time I was well into the rock scene and I started drinking heavily in the company of my heroes. It got to the point where in January I didn't show up for training twice in one week, which Mr. Clough was not a fan of.
This cost me my place in the first team and I was sent to the Reserves.
Then having been forgiven after a month or so, I was back into the team. We were doing okay in the league and looked like finishing in a mid table position. I still hadn't changed my lifestyle though, I was just hiding it better.My performances on the pitch despite this were exceptional and I was being praised by every manager in the country. However this was about to change. On the 5th of may that year the press had somehow gotten hold of a picture of Steve Tyler from Aerosmith and myself taking cocaine together.
The next day I had my contract terminated by Nottingham Forrest F.C. I had no idea what to do, I was a footballer, that was my trade and nobody was going to employ me now surely. I went through a very dark patch in my life. My drinking and drug abuse became so bad that i often had no recollection of sometimes week long periods. I was gaining weight and loosing fitness faster than I was downing pints of Guinness.
Then, out of nowhere Newcastle United came calling, offering me a two year contract if I would yield to them getting me clean. Something in my head snapped and I accepted without hesitation. Sadly the rehabilitaion took longer than I had thought it would and on top of that I was served with a year long ban by the F.A for my drug use. Despite this Newcastle continued to employ me and wait until I was ready to perform again. I never really did perform again though and the next season I blended into an underprforming Magpies side. I was released at the end of my contract and spent the rest of my career scraping by in division 2 and towards the end of it, Division 3. I sometimes wonder what I might have gone on to achieve in my playing career, had it not been interupted by substance abuse.
Having put my drug and alcohol issues behind me, I asked myself possitively, what was I now going to do after my playing career. And then it hit me. I always had a great footballing brain, having had little else to concentrate on in my teens. So I took my coaching badges and got my first real managing job at the age of 36. I managed colchester for two seasons, earning a promotion in the first season to the Championship and then finishing 10th the next season.
The season after that I joined Bristol City and steered them to 4th place in the championship and to the playoff final where we faced hull, loosing out to a 1-0 scoreline. Before the start of the next season, when the owner of the club became too involved in the transfer side of things for my liking, I resigned and remained unemployed for the rest of the 2008/2009 season despite a few job offers .
Chasing Redemption
"Look at the **** on that," I think to myself, as a beautfiul brunette frollicking by the sea catches my eye. It's June 20th, I'm on holiday in turkey and right now football is about the furthest thing from my mind. I've been out of the sport since I left Bristol, as no other job had really grabbed my attention since. Right now though, I'm more foccused on the eye candy scattered along the beach. I've tried my hardest to maintain my footballers physique since my playing career ended and tonight I hope to reap the rewards for doing so.
My wishfull thinking is swiftly brought to an end though, as I'm interrupted by the ever familiar sound of Welcome to the Jungle blaring from my pocket. For a second, I contemplate allowing my phone to ring out. However when I see my agent Luigi Rossi's name flashing on my screen I have to answer. "Hello Luigi, how are things," " Well Paul, that depends on what you think of the news I have for you," he replies in his thick Italian accent." Today, Alex Mcleish, was fired from his post at your old club Birmingham City. He did not appear ready to commit to the club and the board decided that they would need someone more intent on staying in the job, to spend the considerable available transfer budget."
"So you think I could stand a chance of getting the job," I enquired, for once intrigued by the prospect of managing again."Why not, you have certainly proven yourself in your time at Colchester and Bristol. And being a product of the club, you may already be favoured by some of the board if you put your name in early." I informed Luigi to go ahead and give it a shot, as I had a great feeling about this. Now, no matter how hard I tried, I was never going to be able to concentrate on anything else but football and the conversation I'd just had with Luigi.
So I flew to Enland the next day to keep tabs on everything surrounding the vacant managers position at Birmingham. Strangely enough, the bookies actually had me down as 3rd favoutite for the job behind Martin O'Neill and Alan Curbishley. News travels extremely fast in the world of football and the papers even had details about contact between myself and the club via Luigi already.
Apart from presumptions on the part of the press, it was very quiet on the information front for the next while. Then on the 3rd of July I got some great news. Luigi phoned to say he would meet me at St. Andrews the next day at 1pm for an interview with the chairman at Birmingham.
The next day after an hour of talks, the chairman at Birmingham, Peter Pannu gave me the biggest news of my managerial career to date. Having been through several other candidates already, Pannu declared that he had never been so impressed in an interview before, never mind the others that he'd sat through over the last few days. That for him was enough he said, to show how much I wanted the job and he offered me the job there and then.
He was right. I really was desperate for this job and now that I had it, I really wanted to redeem myself for the faults of my playing career, starting at where it all began. Apart from being over the moon at my appointment as Birmingham manager, I was stunned to be taking charge at a club in the Premier League with pleanty of potential
to improve. Now the question is, can I fulfill my potential and take the club where the owners expect it to be by the end of the season, safely resting in the top half of the table.
I am Paul O'Reilly, a former , Nottingham Forrest, Newcastle and Birmingham City footballer. I won 20 caps for the Republic of Ireland during my career.I was known as the most naturally gifted footballer my country had produced since Liam Brady. And was the youngest debutant and goalscorer ever for the national side at 17 years and 54 days old .

So you may be asking yourself why then did I only go on to gain 19 more International caps for Ireland and why I do not list a really top side as one of my past employers. The answer is a combination of things.
In 1984, at the age of 15 , I was whisked from Waterford United across the pond to Division 2 club Birmingham City, or as it's known these days the Championship. At first, it was very nerve wracking being away from home on a near permanent basis. Indeed I ended up trying to fit in more so than having fun during my mid to late teens, when I should have been growing with the friends I already had back home. However, because I didn't have the distractions that I would have had at home in Waterford, I believe it allowed me to develop my football skills better than most other youngsters at the club.
Little did I know it then, but just over a year later, when the club had been promoted to Division 1,(The Premier League) I would be making my debut for the first team. Once I made my breakthrough into the first team, I was determined to do all I could to ensure I didn't drop back down into the reserves. Football was all I had to live for. Throughout the season I was afforded a few games here and there, generally playing on the left wing and always did my best to show what I could do. I scored 3 goals that season, in a side stuggling with the step up to the top division. Apparently I had made a good impression on division 1 that season though.
A few days after Birmingham were relegated back down to division 2, Brian Clough and Nottingham Forrest had a bid accepted for me and I was back in division 1. Clough was an extraordinary man, always a character even when saying nothing. He commanded immense respect from his players.

Forrest at the time were a harder team to break into than Birminghan were and it wasn't untill 3 months into the season that i got my first chance to prove myself in an established Division 1 team. Fearing it could even be my last, I grasped the opportunity and scored a cracker of a first goal against Watford. From then on in I was rotated in and out of the team and I even won my first Ireland cap a month later, again scoring on my debut.
The next season, I was in from the start against Norwich in August and only left the starting 11 when injured for a couple of weeks in November. Then at the turn of the year things started to go wrong, terribly wrong. At this point in time I was well into the rock scene and I started drinking heavily in the company of my heroes. It got to the point where in January I didn't show up for training twice in one week, which Mr. Clough was not a fan of.
This cost me my place in the first team and I was sent to the Reserves.
Then having been forgiven after a month or so, I was back into the team. We were doing okay in the league and looked like finishing in a mid table position. I still hadn't changed my lifestyle though, I was just hiding it better.My performances on the pitch despite this were exceptional and I was being praised by every manager in the country. However this was about to change. On the 5th of may that year the press had somehow gotten hold of a picture of Steve Tyler from Aerosmith and myself taking cocaine together.
The next day I had my contract terminated by Nottingham Forrest F.C. I had no idea what to do, I was a footballer, that was my trade and nobody was going to employ me now surely. I went through a very dark patch in my life. My drinking and drug abuse became so bad that i often had no recollection of sometimes week long periods. I was gaining weight and loosing fitness faster than I was downing pints of Guinness.
Then, out of nowhere Newcastle United came calling, offering me a two year contract if I would yield to them getting me clean. Something in my head snapped and I accepted without hesitation. Sadly the rehabilitaion took longer than I had thought it would and on top of that I was served with a year long ban by the F.A for my drug use. Despite this Newcastle continued to employ me and wait until I was ready to perform again. I never really did perform again though and the next season I blended into an underprforming Magpies side. I was released at the end of my contract and spent the rest of my career scraping by in division 2 and towards the end of it, Division 3. I sometimes wonder what I might have gone on to achieve in my playing career, had it not been interupted by substance abuse.
Having put my drug and alcohol issues behind me, I asked myself possitively, what was I now going to do after my playing career. And then it hit me. I always had a great footballing brain, having had little else to concentrate on in my teens. So I took my coaching badges and got my first real managing job at the age of 36. I managed colchester for two seasons, earning a promotion in the first season to the Championship and then finishing 10th the next season.

The season after that I joined Bristol City and steered them to 4th place in the championship and to the playoff final where we faced hull, loosing out to a 1-0 scoreline. Before the start of the next season, when the owner of the club became too involved in the transfer side of things for my liking, I resigned and remained unemployed for the rest of the 2008/2009 season despite a few job offers .
Chasing Redemption
"Look at the **** on that," I think to myself, as a beautfiul brunette frollicking by the sea catches my eye. It's June 20th, I'm on holiday in turkey and right now football is about the furthest thing from my mind. I've been out of the sport since I left Bristol, as no other job had really grabbed my attention since. Right now though, I'm more foccused on the eye candy scattered along the beach. I've tried my hardest to maintain my footballers physique since my playing career ended and tonight I hope to reap the rewards for doing so.
My wishfull thinking is swiftly brought to an end though, as I'm interrupted by the ever familiar sound of Welcome to the Jungle blaring from my pocket. For a second, I contemplate allowing my phone to ring out. However when I see my agent Luigi Rossi's name flashing on my screen I have to answer. "Hello Luigi, how are things," " Well Paul, that depends on what you think of the news I have for you," he replies in his thick Italian accent." Today, Alex Mcleish, was fired from his post at your old club Birmingham City. He did not appear ready to commit to the club and the board decided that they would need someone more intent on staying in the job, to spend the considerable available transfer budget."

"So you think I could stand a chance of getting the job," I enquired, for once intrigued by the prospect of managing again."Why not, you have certainly proven yourself in your time at Colchester and Bristol. And being a product of the club, you may already be favoured by some of the board if you put your name in early." I informed Luigi to go ahead and give it a shot, as I had a great feeling about this. Now, no matter how hard I tried, I was never going to be able to concentrate on anything else but football and the conversation I'd just had with Luigi.
So I flew to Enland the next day to keep tabs on everything surrounding the vacant managers position at Birmingham. Strangely enough, the bookies actually had me down as 3rd favoutite for the job behind Martin O'Neill and Alan Curbishley. News travels extremely fast in the world of football and the papers even had details about contact between myself and the club via Luigi already.
Apart from presumptions on the part of the press, it was very quiet on the information front for the next while. Then on the 3rd of July I got some great news. Luigi phoned to say he would meet me at St. Andrews the next day at 1pm for an interview with the chairman at Birmingham.
The next day after an hour of talks, the chairman at Birmingham, Peter Pannu gave me the biggest news of my managerial career to date. Having been through several other candidates already, Pannu declared that he had never been so impressed in an interview before, never mind the others that he'd sat through over the last few days. That for him was enough he said, to show how much I wanted the job and he offered me the job there and then.
He was right. I really was desperate for this job and now that I had it, I really wanted to redeem myself for the faults of my playing career, starting at where it all began. Apart from being over the moon at my appointment as Birmingham manager, I was stunned to be taking charge at a club in the Premier League with pleanty of potential
to improve. Now the question is, can I fulfill my potential and take the club where the owners expect it to be by the end of the season, safely resting in the top half of the table.

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