LutterworthFox
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This Backstory is totally fictional!
New*Years*Eve went pear shaped, my Wife eventually found out all my indiscretions, and in the ensuing disaster I lost her, my kids, my family disowned me along with all my friends. As the clock struck Midnight I knew a change had to be made. What can I do I thought. I had nothing left apart from a bag of clothes and my National C Licence coaching badge.
After a chat with a close friend (the only one who still spoke to me) I knew I had to get out, disappear, create a new identity in a new country. When I arrived at Gatwick Airport I didn't know where I was going to end up. I went to the travel agents inside the airport and asked where the next available flight went, I only had £500 to my name and needed some spare cash when I arrived at my destination to find a hotel and then a job so it had to be as cheap as possible.
The destination? Gibraltar.
Then it hit me, why not use my National C Licence to do some good. Let's go to Gibraltar and start a journey. I hope I would never return to the UK, instead travel the world seeing all the places I had dreamed of going to, but do to that I had to earn money, I needed a job that paid enough to live, but also enough to save for the future. A career as a journeyman football manager was*the perfect choice.
As I boarded the flight I knew it was the right choice but I wanted to make it as fun as possible along the way so I needed to set myself some aims, objectives and challenges to do along the way.
On the 150 minute flight I drew myself up a list of things.
How will I document my journey?
New*Years*Eve went pear shaped, my Wife eventually found out all my indiscretions, and in the ensuing disaster I lost her, my kids, my family disowned me along with all my friends. As the clock struck Midnight I knew a change had to be made. What can I do I thought. I had nothing left apart from a bag of clothes and my National C Licence coaching badge.
After a chat with a close friend (the only one who still spoke to me) I knew I had to get out, disappear, create a new identity in a new country. When I arrived at Gatwick Airport I didn't know where I was going to end up. I went to the travel agents inside the airport and asked where the next available flight went, I only had £500 to my name and needed some spare cash when I arrived at my destination to find a hotel and then a job so it had to be as cheap as possible.
The destination? Gibraltar.
Then it hit me, why not use my National C Licence to do some good. Let's go to Gibraltar and start a journey. I hope I would never return to the UK, instead travel the world seeing all the places I had dreamed of going to, but do to that I had to earn money, I needed a job that paid enough to live, but also enough to save for the future. A career as a journeyman football manager was*the perfect choice.
As I boarded the flight I knew it was the right choice but I wanted to make it as fun as possible along the way so I needed to set myself some aims, objectives and challenges to do along the way.
On the 150 minute flight I drew myself up a list of things.
- Win the League in a nation before I can move to the next.
- I can only move to a nation that borders the nation I am in, so from*Gibraltar*I'd have to move to Spain, and so on and so on.
- If there is no bordering nation that I haven't already been to then I can move to the nearest one.
- I have to make my choices to better myself and my financial situation. If a job comes in from a club in the same nation that pays more then I can go (if I want to).
- I want to win the Champions League in all 6 continents
How will I document my journey?
- Each new club will have a post telling you about the club, location, squad, etc
- Each post will be as sharp and to the point as possible. It will be done on a monthly basis with*results and table review.
- At the end of each*season*there will be a review of the season as a whole.