Dreaming a Dream-A Football Manager Story
I crumpled the can and dropped it at my feet, I stood up andtook the short trip to the fridge, I grabbed the handle and pulled the fridgeopen I then proceeded to scan the shelves. What was normally full of alcoholic beverages (usually Fosters or Magners)was bereft of activity.
“****” I groaned.
I left the tiny, cramped, stained kitchen and made my way tothe passage to grab my keys and wallet; I picked it up and instantly realizedsomething was wrong. Since my unemploymentand possible alcoholism, I’d come to learn (even before looking inside) whetheror not I had enough money to get a six pack of beer (whatever was on offer at Tesco’s), it felt as if I didn’t and as I opened it my instincts were provedcorrect, no funds not even a quid! Brilliant.
Well, judging by the fact I have time on my hands and aredecently sober and pretty bored I’ll introduce myself.
My name is Matthew Hawkins, I’m twenty-five years of age andcurrently unemployed after my old employers Woolworths went under. I’m passionate about football and loveCardiff City FC, however I wasn’t a really good player and was never ANYWHEREnear joining my beloved City or even Newport County. I knew what I wanted to do with the ball,what I wanted others to do etcetera, but I could never do it, so I turned tocoaching, well managing if I’m honest, and, as soon as I got the money sorted,I went on the required courses for the badges. I put my name forward for each vacancy possible, from manager ofNewcastle United to Reserves coach at ******* East Stirlingshire, noreply. I guess it was a bit foolish toonly apply for jobs in football, but it’s my dream to emulate the top managersand become a hero to fans across the land.
Well that’s me and I’m continuing my dream.
I crumpled the can and dropped it at my feet, I stood up andtook the short trip to the fridge, I grabbed the handle and pulled the fridgeopen I then proceeded to scan the shelves. What was normally full of alcoholic beverages (usually Fosters or Magners)was bereft of activity.
“****” I groaned.
I left the tiny, cramped, stained kitchen and made my way tothe passage to grab my keys and wallet; I picked it up and instantly realizedsomething was wrong. Since my unemploymentand possible alcoholism, I’d come to learn (even before looking inside) whetheror not I had enough money to get a six pack of beer (whatever was on offer at Tesco’s), it felt as if I didn’t and as I opened it my instincts were provedcorrect, no funds not even a quid! Brilliant.
Well, judging by the fact I have time on my hands and aredecently sober and pretty bored I’ll introduce myself.
My name is Matthew Hawkins, I’m twenty-five years of age andcurrently unemployed after my old employers Woolworths went under. I’m passionate about football and loveCardiff City FC, however I wasn’t a really good player and was never ANYWHEREnear joining my beloved City or even Newport County. I knew what I wanted to do with the ball,what I wanted others to do etcetera, but I could never do it, so I turned tocoaching, well managing if I’m honest, and, as soon as I got the money sorted,I went on the required courses for the badges. I put my name forward for each vacancy possible, from manager ofNewcastle United to Reserves coach at ******* East Stirlingshire, noreply. I guess it was a bit foolish toonly apply for jobs in football, but it’s my dream to emulate the top managersand become a hero to fans across the land.
Well that’s me and I’m continuing my dream.