Chapter 1 – The Proposal
My agent and I started at each other and then to the table for what seemed to be an eternity. There, lay in front of us, was my return to the club I had experienced my greatest memories as a professional footballer.
Valencia Club de Futbol.
The project that had been laid in front of me was something that I gazed upon with great interest, eagerness yet complete rational fear. With Peter Lim fully completing his takeover of Los Che suddenly I found myself being offered the role of leading this great club back to the glory they once owned.
This craving and longing I had watched from afar had begun to eat away – watching on as David Villa, David Silva, Juan Mata and Roberto Soldado left our great club. And why? This enormous, spiraling black hole of debt that had been created.
‘It’s a bit of a risk, Alberto.’ I said calmly.
‘You can do no wrong here, Mario. You’re loved by the fans and right now they need someone like that to guide them.’ Alberto informed me before continuing ‘What’s more, it’s only a 1-year deal. They’re prepared to match your annual income from ESPN and EA’.
I squinted, grimaced and finally I frowned. Why couldn’t I find the motivation? Was the current image the Valencia fans had of me getting in the way of this opportunity?
‘Do you have a copy of the current squad list?’
Alberto nodded firmly and began to search through the sheets of paper that lay in front of us. After a minute of stressing a sigh of relief flowed as my agent remarked ‘Here it is’.
I took it from him and put my glasses on before I began to examine the squad and what formations would even suit this club – after all I would be manager. However, there was one name that stood out to me and that was the number 9 – Paco Alcacer.
I’d watched him maturing and it felt like he was now ready to begin his journey to collecting the same status at Los Che as I had received myself. Was I the man to guide him?
‘Is the Negredo deal confirmed?’ I retorted.
Alberto nodded before responding smiling ‘Maybe you need better glasses, Mario. He is the new number 7’.
And right enough, he had been there in front of me. My curiosity had went into overdrive as I began to ponder the forward line of Alcacer, Negredo and the other new loan signing Rodrigo who had arrived from Benfica. Could a forward line of 3 strikers work in La Liga? Who would be back-up if I use all three?
I lay the squad list to rest and inhaled greatly. Alberto’s eyes followed me as I stood up and began to pace the room. Thoughts now had quickly turned to the deals I would lose, ESPN and appearances on EA’s FIFA series. Was this managerial job worth the risk?
‘What of my family here in Los Angeles?’ I asked.
A violent buzzing from the table distracted both of us and we glared round to lay our eyes on Alberto’s phone.
‘It’s Peter, Mario’ Alberto said gently and reached to pick up the phone.
‘Pass me the phone, Alberto.’
My agent and I started at each other and then to the table for what seemed to be an eternity. There, lay in front of us, was my return to the club I had experienced my greatest memories as a professional footballer.
Valencia Club de Futbol.
The project that had been laid in front of me was something that I gazed upon with great interest, eagerness yet complete rational fear. With Peter Lim fully completing his takeover of Los Che suddenly I found myself being offered the role of leading this great club back to the glory they once owned.
This craving and longing I had watched from afar had begun to eat away – watching on as David Villa, David Silva, Juan Mata and Roberto Soldado left our great club. And why? This enormous, spiraling black hole of debt that had been created.
‘It’s a bit of a risk, Alberto.’ I said calmly.
‘You can do no wrong here, Mario. You’re loved by the fans and right now they need someone like that to guide them.’ Alberto informed me before continuing ‘What’s more, it’s only a 1-year deal. They’re prepared to match your annual income from ESPN and EA’.
I squinted, grimaced and finally I frowned. Why couldn’t I find the motivation? Was the current image the Valencia fans had of me getting in the way of this opportunity?
‘Do you have a copy of the current squad list?’
Alberto nodded firmly and began to search through the sheets of paper that lay in front of us. After a minute of stressing a sigh of relief flowed as my agent remarked ‘Here it is’.
I took it from him and put my glasses on before I began to examine the squad and what formations would even suit this club – after all I would be manager. However, there was one name that stood out to me and that was the number 9 – Paco Alcacer.
I’d watched him maturing and it felt like he was now ready to begin his journey to collecting the same status at Los Che as I had received myself. Was I the man to guide him?
‘Is the Negredo deal confirmed?’ I retorted.
Alberto nodded before responding smiling ‘Maybe you need better glasses, Mario. He is the new number 7’.
And right enough, he had been there in front of me. My curiosity had went into overdrive as I began to ponder the forward line of Alcacer, Negredo and the other new loan signing Rodrigo who had arrived from Benfica. Could a forward line of 3 strikers work in La Liga? Who would be back-up if I use all three?
I lay the squad list to rest and inhaled greatly. Alberto’s eyes followed me as I stood up and began to pace the room. Thoughts now had quickly turned to the deals I would lose, ESPN and appearances on EA’s FIFA series. Was this managerial job worth the risk?
‘What of my family here in Los Angeles?’ I asked.
A violent buzzing from the table distracted both of us and we glared round to lay our eyes on Alberto’s phone.
‘It’s Peter, Mario’ Alberto said gently and reached to pick up the phone.
‘Pass me the phone, Alberto.’