Following the trip to Pittsburgh, the players had light training sessions last night and then again this morning. We focused primarily on winning the ball high up the pitch. It was a contemporary craze among many managers but I knew it could prove to be successful. The most important role in my team was undoubtedly the deepest of the three central midfielders. This was to be, primarily, Hernan's role. He knew we relied on him but I hadn't burdened him with the truth. Simply put, if we doesn't tick, neither does the team.
I'd contacted Olivia this morning with the intention of meeting her after training. We arranged to meet at 5:00 pm at a coffee shop she'd chosen. 'Pikolo' was the name I think, just off Sherbrooke. I arrived ten minutes late and took a seat.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "the music is good. I was content."
"So," I cleared my throat, "What're you looking for?"
"Well, as much as you're willing to give up about how you're going to get the Impact playing. Having an article on your style before the season starts would be huge for me in the office."
"It may be huge for you in the office but," I lowered my voice, "we both know the consequences I could face should it be known I'm leaking inside information, even if the details are unimportant."
"Which is why I only put your name with the most insignificant things; the rest is pure speculation," she said, "in return I keep you informed of what CTV Montreal is preparing to publish about the club. We both know that the media is capable of dictating opinion. Let's make you the hidden dictator."
It was music to my ears. Unfortunately for her, she was going to have to prove her worth before she receives anything of substance. For now, she could make do with basics - basics which would have been obvious to anyone who attended our first two friendlies.
At around 7:30 pm we parted ways. She told me the article should be published a couple of days before we played host to Toronto FC in the first MLS game of the season.
I'd contacted Olivia this morning with the intention of meeting her after training. We arranged to meet at 5:00 pm at a coffee shop she'd chosen. 'Pikolo' was the name I think, just off Sherbrooke. I arrived ten minutes late and took a seat.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "the music is good. I was content."
"So," I cleared my throat, "What're you looking for?"
"Well, as much as you're willing to give up about how you're going to get the Impact playing. Having an article on your style before the season starts would be huge for me in the office."
"It may be huge for you in the office but," I lowered my voice, "we both know the consequences I could face should it be known I'm leaking inside information, even if the details are unimportant."
"Which is why I only put your name with the most insignificant things; the rest is pure speculation," she said, "in return I keep you informed of what CTV Montreal is preparing to publish about the club. We both know that the media is capable of dictating opinion. Let's make you the hidden dictator."
It was music to my ears. Unfortunately for her, she was going to have to prove her worth before she receives anything of substance. For now, she could make do with basics - basics which would have been obvious to anyone who attended our first two friendlies.
At around 7:30 pm we parted ways. She told me the article should be published a couple of days before we played host to Toronto FC in the first MLS game of the season.
