therusstler
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Day One.
I was met in the car park by a scruffy lad in a tracksuit "Welcome to Mansfield FC, sorry the Chairman can't be here to welcome you properly, my name's Gary and I'll show you around". This was my welcome to Mansfield, a crappy town near Nottingham, a footballing minnow surrounded on all sides by the comparative titans of Sheffield United, Sheffield Wednesday, Nottingham Forest as well as deadly rivals Chesterfield.
I'm eventually shown to my office, a shabby affair reeking of cigars with a desk, an old looking computer and a neglected pot plant. I have a few meetings later that day where I find out the club board would prefer us to play a direct kind of football but I’m not going to be listening to the morons in suits at Field Mill. I’m going to be playing a strangulating possession game. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Chairman, I wear the tracksuit bottoms round here.
As I walk back to my office I find Gary skulking about the lobby, I ask him in for a cup of tea and pump him for information. I find out the average attendance is about 3,000 with a max capacity of just over 9,000. I intend to change all that of course but the indifferent attitude of the locals to the club and the shabby ground and facilities mean this will be a difficult project. My big plans for the stags may well take longer than I initially thought.
The finances are of course appalling and we seem to have a large directors loan which is slowly killing the club so keeping the wage budget under control is going to be paramount. I’m going to need to be pretty shrewd in the transfer market to build a team with the meagre resources we have.
I was met in the car park by a scruffy lad in a tracksuit "Welcome to Mansfield FC, sorry the Chairman can't be here to welcome you properly, my name's Gary and I'll show you around". This was my welcome to Mansfield, a crappy town near Nottingham, a footballing minnow surrounded on all sides by the comparative titans of Sheffield United, Sheffield Wednesday, Nottingham Forest as well as deadly rivals Chesterfield.
I'm eventually shown to my office, a shabby affair reeking of cigars with a desk, an old looking computer and a neglected pot plant. I have a few meetings later that day where I find out the club board would prefer us to play a direct kind of football but I’m not going to be listening to the morons in suits at Field Mill. I’m going to be playing a strangulating possession game. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Chairman, I wear the tracksuit bottoms round here.
As I walk back to my office I find Gary skulking about the lobby, I ask him in for a cup of tea and pump him for information. I find out the average attendance is about 3,000 with a max capacity of just over 9,000. I intend to change all that of course but the indifferent attitude of the locals to the club and the shabby ground and facilities mean this will be a difficult project. My big plans for the stags may well take longer than I initially thought.
The finances are of course appalling and we seem to have a large directors loan which is slowly killing the club so keeping the wage budget under control is going to be paramount. I’m going to need to be pretty shrewd in the transfer market to build a team with the meagre resources we have.
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