Welcome to my Nottingham Forest story.
I got home, took off my jacket, and found that I had one missed call from a great friend in the Middle East - going by the name of Omar Al-Hasawi. He doesn't usually call me at this time, something must have happened. I decided to ring the man, to which he picked up almost instantly
Me: Hello there, Omar.
Al-Hasawi: Hello Joe. I rung you, where were you?
Me: I was down the beach, funny eh? You don't normally call me, what's up?
Al-Hasawi: Something big has happened. I have some great news, you'll be glad you flew back to England.
Me: Why?! What's going on?!
Al-Hasawi: The family have... taken over Nottingham Forest Football Club! We want you to be involved, perhaps give you a lifeline in the business industry.
Me: Wow! That's fantastic! Although, I'm not completely sure football is a great idea for business, what have you got planned?
Al-Hasawi: We're not completely sure yet. We would like you amongst the staff though, any business - even if it's a football club - would be proud to have such a character like you on board. Please, meet me tomorrow morning.
Me: Of course, where will this meeting take place?
Al-Hasawi: I shall come over to your house in Formby tomorrow.
Me: Wait, not at Forest? Infact, sure, at 12?
Al-Hasawi: Sharp. We have big plans for you.
Me: See you tomorrow then.
For the first time in a while my mind actually felt a breath of optimism, a new time for me. Which job would he give me sprang to mind more than anything though, commercial director? I took no time to get into bed and have a think. I couldn't sleep a wink for the majority of the night, until I shut my eyes, and opened them seemingly moments later to hear someone attempting to break my door down. I put my Everton dressing gown on and looked at the time. 12:13! I ran downstairs and opened the door to find Omar.
Me: Deary me! I'm so sorry, please please, come in Omar.
Al-Hasawi: Don't need to worry! I see you are very passionate about football. The walls are covered in Everton!
Me: Yes. I would absolutely love to manage or play for them one day. I had always dreamed of it as a child, however going into football obviously wasn't for me!
Al-Hasawi: I thought you were a decent player! Your footballing brain was certainly too good for the Kuwait Second Division, however it is more like playing kick-boxing with a large ball over there!
Me: Business is for me anyway. I'm so glad you've seen me as part of Nottingham Forest's future. May I ask Omar, what are your plans for the club? Like, a blueprint of any sort?
Al-Hasawi: We have plenty of money to invest, we felt Nottingham Forest were the best suited club to this. We wanted to take an underachieving club back to where it belongs, and one that can sustain on the money we plan to invest. We want to appoint a manager with great character, a fantastic knowledge, with previous experience, motivational skills, a thought for the business side, and more importantly - we want to give the man a chance. No billy big-balls like Sam Allardyce or Mark Hughes - we want someone unproven. It's a huge gamble to take, but you know what they say.
Me: That's brave, I'll give you that, however, the blueprint
Al-Hasawi: We would like to give the new man a healthy budget to build a squad of his choice. Within two seasons we would like to be in the Premier League - where the club truly belongs. After that, who knows? Becoming an established Premier League club is important, we would like to be pushing for Europe within 5 seasons. Deluded? I think not. Some fans may question it, I feel this aim can be put into practice.
Me: That's another brave statement to make! The fans have plenty to look forward to if these go ahead, the question is though, who will this man be to lead the club forward
Al-Hasawi: This guy, ever so casual, sitting right next to me. That is who I would like to take the club forward.
I paused for a moment. I looked into his eyes with shock, wondering if this is a joke or not. Then again, Omar is a very professional man who doesn't joke around. The look on his face - as if he was looking at the future right now - I couldn't let him down, could I?
Me: So that's.... me
Al-Hasawi: Yes, Joe Prosser. Please accept my proposal. You're a big character - as I said, any business would be proud to have you. You are a true leader and fantastic at motivating and encouraging others. You've proven that great football brain of yours whilst playing, and whilst watching the football with me. Always giving your tactical views and suggestions. I feel, despite your inexperience, you are the man for the Nottingham Forest job.
Me: I've never really though of becoming a football manager. This has completely taken me by surprise, but a pleasant one at that. I'd love to, it would be an honour to manage such a club. What a fine experience it promises to be - whether good or bad at the end of it. H
Al-Hasawi: Onto the bigger picture now, we shall negotiate here and now. I plan on offering you a deal worth £3,500 a week, rolling until June 2013. For the first season, we challenge you to mid-table with £5 million. Do you accept this verbal offer?
Me - Of course I do! And... challenge?! How much would you intend to invest for promotion - at the first time of asking?
Al-Hasawi: Let's negotiate tomorrow. I must attend a board meeting in a couple of hours. Good luck Joe.
Me: Thank you ever so much, Omar.
And within a flash, from being a business reject, I am now a 26-year old scouser in charge of one of England's largest clubs, Nottingham Forest. Having been put under immediate pressure by fans to succeed with the money available, my body was shaking ahead of my opening press conference. Arrogant or down to earth? The question kept whispering in me, and before I know it, I was debating with myself to which impression I give everyone on a national scale. Should I just bottle it and tell Omar I can't do this? I cannot let him down. This is my time. I walked into a room full of seated journalists with notepads, ready to pick me apart and antagonize me, and with flashing cameras at the back. I felt like I was about to fall into mere crumbs right here, and right now. It is time.