"Move it Left, MOVE IT LEFT!!!!!, Ah for Christ sake!"
The roar in the Stadium was deafening! 51,000 people had packed themselves into the Aviva Stadium to watch Ireland loose to Germany in this European World Cup Qualifier. The man on the touchline screaming abuse at his players, nope, that's not me. Though I wish it was. I'm the idiot sitting in my local, screaming abuse at the flickering image on TV.
"**** it! John, order me a drink! I'm going outside for a ***!"
This was the day that I decided, enough was enough. I spent the next 2 years getting coaching badges, working dead end jobs to pay my rent as I volunteered with local clubs. I'd gotten sick of sitting on a couch, playing armchair manager. I was ready to get out there and try to do the unthinkable, manage a football team . . . . . well, I'll hand out CV's after the Liverpool match!
The Newry Chapter
"Mr O'Grady? This is William McDermott: Chairman of Newry City Football Club in N.Ireland. I'd like to offer you a job"
I was so excited to have been offered a job that I forgot to check up on them. I knew nothing about them, even their league position. I said yes and immediately looked up the league table. . . . . . . You can only imagine my dismay.
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Dead botom, 15 losses and 11 points from safety and a nervous wreck of a manager!
Well done Brendan, I've just gifted myself a horrid debut job.
After 6 shots of Whiskey and drowning my sorrows in the first bar I could find in this strange town, I got to work and look ed at my team sheet. . . . . . .No strikers . . . . .not one.
"What in Gods name was this club playing at!!! No wonder they had only won two **** matches all season"
I immediately made some calls and fond a striker, unfortunately, he wouldn't accept to an armature contract so I had to use up the go over my wage budget and sign him.
The fixture list is unforgiving but ****, I'll have to give it my best shot. I either stay up or I go down. Either way Newry will be my home for now.