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I had just graduated from University with a second-class degree in sports science and began the daunting task of finding myself a career. A couple of months soon passed and the only work I had managed to get was some part time bar work. This wasn’t ideal and so I decided to spend the little money I had on travelling to refresh myself, ready to begin re-applying for jobs when I returned. Little did I know about the adventure that was about to unfold…..
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I decided to go big and do the classic trip to Australia and Asia. It was going well; I had met some awesome people, seen incredible sights and was loving the whole experience. That was until the 3rd week, whilst travelling through Indonesia I had my backpack stolen from me, in the city of Pasuruan. Fortunately I still had my passport but had lost a large chunk of my money along with my clothes and possessions. This put a big downer on my trip, but I just wasn’t ready to return home just yet. I therefore decided I would look for a job to earn a bit of cash to enable me to continue on my adventure.
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The fact that I couldn’t speak the language was likely to be my biggest hurdle, but that didn’t deter me from attempting to ask. After being gestured away by a number of bars, I stumbled across a football stadium called “Raden Soedarsono-Pogar". As I was a massive football fan I thought I would check it out. The stadium was relatively big with a capacity of around 12,000 but the condition of the stands and pitch was very poor compared to anything I had seen before in the UK. As I was walking around I heard some indistinguishable shouting from behind me and turned to see a woman gesturing me over. It would be just my luck for me to get in trouble for trespassing or something.
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I was ushered into a dingy looking office somewhere within the stadium, with a middle aged Indonesian man sat behind the desk. “Leicester City” he said pointing at the top I was wearing. I nodded and told him that I supported them. In all honesty I don’t think he had a clue what I was saying, but he sat there with a rather creepy grin on his face. This left me rather confused as to what was going on as it certainly didn’t seem like I was in trouble for anything.
He then started to pass me various sheets of tactics and formations. He prompted me to choose some tactics, to which i chose one looking like make most of set pieces and another that i presumed was a direct style of football. WTF was going on?!? had i randomly stumbled into a managerial job interview? I can only assume he thought I must know a lot about football being from the UK!
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The next thing i knew he was making a phone call to someone and after an awkward 15 minutes the lady that had previously escorted me to the office entered the room and gave me some paperwork. It was a contract to manage a club called "Persebo". This had to be the most surreaI thing I had ever experienced! I was a 21 year old lad from N Ireland, that had just been robbed in the middle of Indonesia and that same day i was being offered a job as a manger of a football club! You couldn't make this **** up!
I signed on the dotted line and that was that I was now the new manager of Persebo
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I had just graduated from University with a second-class degree in sports science and began the daunting task of finding myself a career. A couple of months soon passed and the only work I had managed to get was some part time bar work. This wasn’t ideal and so I decided to spend the little money I had on travelling to refresh myself, ready to begin re-applying for jobs when I returned. Little did I know about the adventure that was about to unfold…..
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I decided to go big and do the classic trip to Australia and Asia. It was going well; I had met some awesome people, seen incredible sights and was loving the whole experience. That was until the 3rd week, whilst travelling through Indonesia I had my backpack stolen from me, in the city of Pasuruan. Fortunately I still had my passport but had lost a large chunk of my money along with my clothes and possessions. This put a big downer on my trip, but I just wasn’t ready to return home just yet. I therefore decided I would look for a job to earn a bit of cash to enable me to continue on my adventure.
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The fact that I couldn’t speak the language was likely to be my biggest hurdle, but that didn’t deter me from attempting to ask. After being gestured away by a number of bars, I stumbled across a football stadium called “Raden Soedarsono-Pogar". As I was a massive football fan I thought I would check it out. The stadium was relatively big with a capacity of around 12,000 but the condition of the stands and pitch was very poor compared to anything I had seen before in the UK. As I was walking around I heard some indistinguishable shouting from behind me and turned to see a woman gesturing me over. It would be just my luck for me to get in trouble for trespassing or something.
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I was ushered into a dingy looking office somewhere within the stadium, with a middle aged Indonesian man sat behind the desk. “Leicester City” he said pointing at the top I was wearing. I nodded and told him that I supported them. In all honesty I don’t think he had a clue what I was saying, but he sat there with a rather creepy grin on his face. This left me rather confused as to what was going on as it certainly didn’t seem like I was in trouble for anything.
He then started to pass me various sheets of tactics and formations. He prompted me to choose some tactics, to which i chose one looking like make most of set pieces and another that i presumed was a direct style of football. WTF was going on?!? had i randomly stumbled into a managerial job interview? I can only assume he thought I must know a lot about football being from the UK!
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The next thing i knew he was making a phone call to someone and after an awkward 15 minutes the lady that had previously escorted me to the office entered the room and gave me some paperwork. It was a contract to manage a club called "Persebo". This had to be the most surreaI thing I had ever experienced! I was a 21 year old lad from N Ireland, that had just been robbed in the middle of Indonesia and that same day i was being offered a job as a manger of a football club! You couldn't make this **** up!
I signed on the dotted line and that was that I was now the new manager of Persebo
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