I’m going to start this story with a background of how my character got into management, and then I’ll get into the main bulk of the story from when I’m a manager. If you don’t like it, then don’t read it, I’m only doing this for fun. I would appreciate any comments for improvements 
“YEESS!!” 
This was the cry leaving the mouths of everyone who holds Ayia Napa dear to their hearts. We had just won promotion to the second division in Cyprus, taking the last promotion spot.
The last 2 seasons had been tough for the south-eastern team I owe my career to. Relegation to the Cypriot Lower Division in 2009/10 had shocked the country, as we had been in the top division just a few years before, beating Omonoia Nicosia, one of the most successful teams in the country, 2-1.
But we had bounced straight back up, the gaffer had said this was his last year, and had hired me this season as his assistant. I had helped tactically of course, imposing myself as a leader even though I was younger than most of the experienced players, 4 years ago, in 2007 I had been playing against this team, in that 2-1 loss for Omonoia. I look back on that day, as the worst in my life…
Last edited: