7th July 2009
I sit here wondering whether the chairman has even considered my job application. I am starting to get doubts now, two days ago i applied, and no answer. I had already planned out my tactics as all the information lies in my bedsite cabinet. It seems as if its going to stay there. I walk into the living room to my wife looking gutted. She knows exactly what's the matter. However, as i walk into the kitchen my phone rings form an unknown number. I thought it was just going to be a prank caller..
"Hello, Luke Ferguson speaking, may i ask who's calling?"
"Yes, Jean-Louis Triaud here, Bordeaux chairman. We have looked at the all applicants and from a number of 13, your are the chosen one. We feel you have the right attitude, knowledge, and persistency to help the club. If you accept, we will pick you.."
"YES, i accept. Thank you, i have been wondering whether i was going to hear from you. Anyway, sorry, what was you saying?"
"No problem, well we will pick you up within the next two hours to bring you back to the stadium. We have let the fans know, and are expecting a packed stadium to see you here."
"Wow, thats great. I shall pack my bags and wait for you to arrive. Once again, thank you."
*Beeeeep* The phone hangs up.
I walk back into the living room with a huge grin on my face. My wife knows exactly what has happened. I run into my bedroom, throw the suitcase on my bed and rip out the contents of the wardrobe into the suitcase. I couldn't wait any longer. I was rushing, even though i had to wait another 2 hours. With the suitcase packed, I have a meal with my wife. She congratulated me and seemed very proud to be a football managers husband.
2 Hours later....
Its been 2 hours now and i am constantly looking outside the window of my house. Suddenly, a car arrives. A very flashy new Mercedes Benz. I then knew this was for me. The car honks the horn. I immediately step outside the house. I give my wife a hug and a kiss, then walk down the steps, into the car. As the car pulls away, i see my wife waving in the back window with a huge smile on her face. I wave back. Next thing i know, i am here. At the wonderful stadium.
I step outside the car and walk towards the stadium. Before i walk in i hear a message inside the ground.
"Mr Ferguson is here, please remain in your seats and welcome the new manager."
I am here, i walk down the huge tunnel, it seems like it will never end. I see the pitch ahead of me. I start to increase my pace. As i step onto the pitch i couldn't hear myself speak. The volume of noise was extreme. This is by far the best welcoming i've ever had. I wave to the crowd, after waiting there for a few minutes. They all seemed so happy. I walk back down the tunnel, out of the ground. However i was swamped by the press.
"Mr Ferguson, as the new manager of the club, do you think you can carry on success and retain the French league?"
"It's going to be hard, but with abit of luck and no injuries to my key players, I feel it can be achieved, not just in France, but Europe aswell."
"We believe you have some money to spend, will you be bringing in any players to boost your current sqaud?"
"I will be looking at a couple of players yes. However, i am not prepared to mention them untill a contract is signed."
"You have a great striker in the Morrocan international Marouane Chamakh, how do you rate your chances in keeping the player?"
"It's going to be extremely hard to keep Marouane here. Especially with clubs like Real Madrid and Manchester City sniffing around. But i feel i can persuade Marouane to stay here."
I walk off back into the Mercedes which took me back to my hotel. A couple of hours later, back in my hotel, i have been told that i have had a call from the Real Madrid boss, enquiring about Chamakh. I reply saying that he is not for sale. Straight away, i knew this was going to be hard. With the fans, and chairman optimistic, i know that i cannot let the club down. I have to achieve instantly.
As i rushed out of my house, i did not pick up the items i left in my bedside cabinet. I asked one of the chauffers to pick it up for me, which he did. I lay here on the hotel bed thinking about the players that i can bring in.
Follow me as i attempt to dominate France, then take it onto the big stage of Europe, enjoy!
I sit here wondering whether the chairman has even considered my job application. I am starting to get doubts now, two days ago i applied, and no answer. I had already planned out my tactics as all the information lies in my bedsite cabinet. It seems as if its going to stay there. I walk into the living room to my wife looking gutted. She knows exactly what's the matter. However, as i walk into the kitchen my phone rings form an unknown number. I thought it was just going to be a prank caller..
"Hello, Luke Ferguson speaking, may i ask who's calling?"
"Yes, Jean-Louis Triaud here, Bordeaux chairman. We have looked at the all applicants and from a number of 13, your are the chosen one. We feel you have the right attitude, knowledge, and persistency to help the club. If you accept, we will pick you.."
"YES, i accept. Thank you, i have been wondering whether i was going to hear from you. Anyway, sorry, what was you saying?"
"No problem, well we will pick you up within the next two hours to bring you back to the stadium. We have let the fans know, and are expecting a packed stadium to see you here."
"Wow, thats great. I shall pack my bags and wait for you to arrive. Once again, thank you."
*Beeeeep* The phone hangs up.
I walk back into the living room with a huge grin on my face. My wife knows exactly what has happened. I run into my bedroom, throw the suitcase on my bed and rip out the contents of the wardrobe into the suitcase. I couldn't wait any longer. I was rushing, even though i had to wait another 2 hours. With the suitcase packed, I have a meal with my wife. She congratulated me and seemed very proud to be a football managers husband.
2 Hours later....
Its been 2 hours now and i am constantly looking outside the window of my house. Suddenly, a car arrives. A very flashy new Mercedes Benz. I then knew this was for me. The car honks the horn. I immediately step outside the house. I give my wife a hug and a kiss, then walk down the steps, into the car. As the car pulls away, i see my wife waving in the back window with a huge smile on her face. I wave back. Next thing i know, i am here. At the wonderful stadium.
I step outside the car and walk towards the stadium. Before i walk in i hear a message inside the ground.
"Mr Ferguson is here, please remain in your seats and welcome the new manager."
I am here, i walk down the huge tunnel, it seems like it will never end. I see the pitch ahead of me. I start to increase my pace. As i step onto the pitch i couldn't hear myself speak. The volume of noise was extreme. This is by far the best welcoming i've ever had. I wave to the crowd, after waiting there for a few minutes. They all seemed so happy. I walk back down the tunnel, out of the ground. However i was swamped by the press.
"Mr Ferguson, as the new manager of the club, do you think you can carry on success and retain the French league?"
"It's going to be hard, but with abit of luck and no injuries to my key players, I feel it can be achieved, not just in France, but Europe aswell."
"We believe you have some money to spend, will you be bringing in any players to boost your current sqaud?"
"I will be looking at a couple of players yes. However, i am not prepared to mention them untill a contract is signed."
"You have a great striker in the Morrocan international Marouane Chamakh, how do you rate your chances in keeping the player?"
"It's going to be extremely hard to keep Marouane here. Especially with clubs like Real Madrid and Manchester City sniffing around. But i feel i can persuade Marouane to stay here."
I walk off back into the Mercedes which took me back to my hotel. A couple of hours later, back in my hotel, i have been told that i have had a call from the Real Madrid boss, enquiring about Chamakh. I reply saying that he is not for sale. Straight away, i knew this was going to be hard. With the fans, and chairman optimistic, i know that i cannot let the club down. I have to achieve instantly.
As i rushed out of my house, i did not pick up the items i left in my bedside cabinet. I asked one of the chauffers to pick it up for me, which he did. I lay here on the hotel bed thinking about the players that i can bring in.
Follow me as i attempt to dominate France, then take it onto the big stage of Europe, enjoy!
