Sweat rolling down my nose, Murcia 1-1 Ferrol, We needed the win to gain our promotion, My father was screaming at the team to stay compact, he had always dreamed of leading his home team to Spanish Glory, I had always wanted to see his dream happen. Now that I was his assistant I could be here first hand and applying my opinion. Ferrol were on the attack, the defence looked nervy and open, the ball came in, the keeper was in no-mans land, the ball..... was in the back of the net. My heart slowly broke but it was about to get 100 times worse. I looked over my right shoulder to look at my father's expression. At first he wasn't in my eye line, on the floor, pale and motionless, he lay there. Not moving, not reacting, not him. Physio's rushed over and ambulances were called. The match was abandoned and my father was rushed straight to hospital. I paced back and forth and jumped into the ambulance. What was going on? What had happened to him? Was he going to be ok? Before I knew everything went completely dark. I regained consciousness as we went over a bump, what was meant to be a 10 minute journey felt as if we had been in here for days. Finally we were rushed inside the hospital and then doctors were gone with him. I was left here isolated, alone, abandoned. Standing in the middle of the hospital like a cat in a dog show, I looked 100% out of place. I felt it, it was the only thing I could feel. I took my seat in the waiting room, Was he going to be Okay? Only god could save him now?
10:18pm.
I needed to sleep. I couldn't. How could I? My father was still in surgery and had been for the past 3 hours. Finally a doctor came out with one of the most distraught faces I had ever seen. Instantly I dropped to knees and lay there in silence. 30 minutes unmoved, I never wanted again to move. I was just going to lie in the middle of the hospital floor. My childhood idol, my only remaining family member. I was alone, I had no-one, I was less use to the world than anything right now.
This was the day I lost my idol, a Murcia Legend, A footballing legend, My dad. My family
9:03am
I woke in the hospital looking a worse state than to what I would be if I was hung-over. I was told that today I would have to leave and go home. Where was home now? I had no-one to go to. Nowhere to go. No support. I was alone, Or so I though.
One step out of the hospital and I was met by the biggest uproar this town had heard in a while, the Murcia fans had turned up in there thousands, they had heard the news and all 7,500 of them came to support me. I though I was alone but Murcia are a family, they stick by all their members and they had all come to comfort me. My life still had meaning, I wasn't alone, I had something to live for.
11:00am
I arrived home and decided to enter the world of twitter to personally thank all the fans who had come to the hospital to support me. I was meant by a Tsunami of tweets. Footballers, clubs and fans from all over the world had wished me support and respect for my lose. I felt like a proper part in the world. I was filled with joy and then my phone went off.
Mur: Is this Mr. Sarati
PS: Sure is, How may I help you?
Mur: Yes Pablo, It is Murcia C.F and we are phoning you to pay our respects to you.
PS: Thank you ever so much, all the support I have received has been so great for me.
Mur: Well, we have some news, due to the passing of your father, the club are without a manager...
PS: And...
Mur: Who better to carry on the legacy then the legend's son himself. We would love for you to takeover full-time.
PS: I would love to, A chance to honour my father would be the best send off I can give him. I would love to fulfil his dreams.
Mur: Brilliant, come over to the club office tomorrow and we will discuss contracts and personal terms.
*Beep*
All my father wanted was to take his Hometown club to La liga, that was his dream, He was sadly taken before he had a real chance but I won't let him down and I will complete what he was deprived of.
10:18pm.
I needed to sleep. I couldn't. How could I? My father was still in surgery and had been for the past 3 hours. Finally a doctor came out with one of the most distraught faces I had ever seen. Instantly I dropped to knees and lay there in silence. 30 minutes unmoved, I never wanted again to move. I was just going to lie in the middle of the hospital floor. My childhood idol, my only remaining family member. I was alone, I had no-one, I was less use to the world than anything right now.
This was the day I lost my idol, a Murcia Legend, A footballing legend, My dad. My family
9:03am
I woke in the hospital looking a worse state than to what I would be if I was hung-over. I was told that today I would have to leave and go home. Where was home now? I had no-one to go to. Nowhere to go. No support. I was alone, Or so I though.
One step out of the hospital and I was met by the biggest uproar this town had heard in a while, the Murcia fans had turned up in there thousands, they had heard the news and all 7,500 of them came to support me. I though I was alone but Murcia are a family, they stick by all their members and they had all come to comfort me. My life still had meaning, I wasn't alone, I had something to live for.
11:00am
I arrived home and decided to enter the world of twitter to personally thank all the fans who had come to the hospital to support me. I was meant by a Tsunami of tweets. Footballers, clubs and fans from all over the world had wished me support and respect for my lose. I felt like a proper part in the world. I was filled with joy and then my phone went off.
Mur: Is this Mr. Sarati
PS: Sure is, How may I help you?
Mur: Yes Pablo, It is Murcia C.F and we are phoning you to pay our respects to you.
PS: Thank you ever so much, all the support I have received has been so great for me.
Mur: Well, we have some news, due to the passing of your father, the club are without a manager...
PS: And...
Mur: Who better to carry on the legacy then the legend's son himself. We would love for you to takeover full-time.
PS: I would love to, A chance to honour my father would be the best send off I can give him. I would love to fulfil his dreams.
Mur: Brilliant, come over to the club office tomorrow and we will discuss contracts and personal terms.
*Beep*
All my father wanted was to take his Hometown club to La liga, that was his dream, He was sadly taken before he had a real chance but I won't let him down and I will complete what he was deprived of.