Much of the pre-match talk was about the Viola going up against two of their former players; Guiseppe Rossi and Alberto Aquilani.I'll be honest, it all bemused me. They'd been there a while before I joined the club, and left shortly after I got here. As such, I hadn't really formed an attachment to either player.
Khouma Babacar would also be up against us. I didn't release him though, so the press didn't care. Same went for Matias Vecino. Fickle nature of the press, I decided. The same press that would turn on me if I wasn't careful in the next press conference. I grabbed my bottle of water, and took a deep swig. I proceeded to straighten my tie, and shuffled around as I waited for my cue.
I hated press conferences. I'd often send Russo, my assistant, to them where I could, but a memo arrived on my desk that morning from the chairman, stating in no uncertain terms, "Get your **** into that press room. Remember who pays your wages!" Little harsh, but I took the point. Going to this one would appease him for a while.
"And now, the manager, Luis Garcia". My cue. Wonderful.
The first thing I noticed was the glare of the cameras. I'd had this when I joined the club for the obligatory conference, but I was too excited to care. Now I was under pressure for results, and the media were an unnecessary distraction.
"Luis, long time no see! We thought you'd gone AWOL". The press room chuckled. Dario Santarelli had a reputation for being a joker. I'd have appreciated it if it wasn't at my expense.
"Many things to do, not a lot of time to see you guys I'm afraid", I countered. "I've got to make sure the lads are ready for their next game."
"So you're under pressure then, the rumours are true?" That was Sergio Longhi, well known for being a devious so and so.
"I'm a football manager, we're all under pressure. Next stupid question?". If eyes could shoot daggers, I would resemble a porcupine the way Longhi was looking at me. I smirked.
"Worried about your ex-players?" Santarelli again.
"Not at all. Granted, they are talented, but we've bought in much better. I mean, have you seen Ntep? The way he runs, it's like he has a jet engine strapped to each foot!" Cue more laughter. " But seriously, whilst I respect the job that each of the four players did for this club, both on the pitch and off it, they wouldn't have fit into the system I use. It was fairer to let them seek fortune elsewhere."
That seemed to appease the masses. They asked me a few more questions, specifically about Aquilani's link to Liverpool and mine. It was a bit tedious in honesty, I don't understand how managers tolerate it. We finished with Longhi again. He was still seething from earlier, so I was on guard for a zinger of a question. Boy did I get it.
"Luis, a word if you may about your managerial history". I nodded my assent. "You resigned at Sporting, you resigned at Malaga, you resigned at Rennes. You've won one trohpy, been relegated once, and abandoned a club just out of administration. How can you imagine that you should command respect from better managers, when all you've done is basically failed and run away?"
I stood up, and slammed my fist on the table. The microphone in front of me fell, bouncing off the table and smashing into the floor, creating some terrible static noise. My composed nature was gone, and the competitive side of me was in full effect.
" HOW DARE YOU!", I roared. "Do you actually know what happened at those clubs, you snivelling piece of..." Fortunately for the assembled masses, the microphone caused static noise again, drowning out an incredible stream of expletives. " For the record, at all of those clubs, I have been undermined, or blocked at every turn. Even Jose sodding Mourinho would have run far, far away from those clubs! I stabilised Sporting in mid-table, I won Rennes a trophy and got them into Europe. I even managed to save Malaga some small amount of dignity."
I paused for breath, then continued. "But you wouldn't know this, would you. You are the lowest of the low, the gutter press. Some of the guys in this room have built reputations on high class reporting, and then there is you. Who incidentally, has just got your newspaper banned from any Fiorentina event or news statement. Explain that to your employers."
With that, I stormed out the room, to stunned silence. I suspected that that may not be the last I would hear of that particular incident.