Beginnings
"So, Joe, what's your poison?" asked Sheikh Mansour, with a cheeky glimmer in his eye.
"I think I'll have a Dr Pepper. I'm driving," I added, after seeing his puzzled look. He went to the bar at the sparkling Hilton Hotel in Manchester, which, quite frankly looked like it was about to fall on its ****.
"So, let's get down to business. Your record is astonishing. Getting Runcorn into League 2 with not a player over 24? That is no mean feat. You are special!" declared the Sheikh, one of the richest men in the world.
"Oh, it was noth-, OK I admit, I did pretty ****** amazing to be honest, but why would a club like City want me? Only the 2,000 people that actively support Runcorn know who I am!"
"We tried it with a top drawer ex player. It didn't work. It was working with Roberto, but he decided to have it off with the Rooney, errm... "escort". So we are trying it with you. One season. If you do well, we have already drawn up a three year deal. If you screw up, we can just let you go, and even if you do well, your reputation will be much better. You can only benefit from this Joe. Just sign the deal."
All this was infront of me. The suburban boy who had moved to Manchester, got alienated for supporting Everton, gone to his dad's native Runcorn, took over and, pardon the expression, PWNED, was about to become the manager of Man City. There was only one thing left to do.
"Give me the pen,"
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