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The Legend of Anfield Road
January 2012
It was just another day in office. I had always been proud to be a part of Liverpool's rich history. No, I hadn't really been talking of the football club in the last sentence, but rather of the city. I began my life here as a nondescript being born in one of the local hospital back on November 10, 1965-the second child in my family. I went through school here and became a big fan of both the Merseyside clubs. Weird though it may seem, I always loved both Everton and Liverpool and naturally carried a deep hatred of Manchester United.
Among the two, I preferred Everton. Not because of any particular reason though. I just liked them. Especially Duncan Ferguson. I hadn't really thought of and I didn't really pursue a career in football. I did attend a trial by Leeds once but they thought I wasn't good enough. So I decided to drop the idea right out of the window. I went on to become a successful business entrepreneur though, opening my own chain of restaurants across England. I started out with a small shop-which still stands today on Herschell Street, very close to Anfield and later on went on to expand it to other sites within Liverpool and then to the rest of England-London, Manchester, Leeds, Dover, and Newcastle.
And then, I decided to return to try and make a career out of coaching in football-leaving my flourishing business to my brother. After completing my coaching degrees, I got the job of managing the Rotherham Under-18s. I did fairly well there-and soon enough, landed the Liverpool Academy Director's job. And five years since I joined here, I still marveled at how good the club was and how rich it's history was. At the same time, I never gave up supporting Everton.
I think it must have been about ten in the morning when I got the call from Kenny Dalglish that would go on to change my life. He had been a father figure to me and I really felt amazed at the amount of encouragement he gave me during my first year in charge. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Hi there. It's me, Kenny. I want you to come up to my office in like five minutes from now."
"Sure thing. I'll be there." I said, hanging up.
Kenny's office was two floors above mine. As I climbed up the stairs, I realised that he was probably just calling me for a routine meeting. A review of the past week and the like. Some nice youth prospects he might want to hear about and so on.
I knocked and entered when Kenny told me to. "Hello Kenny! How're you doing today?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. How're you doing mate?"
"Yes, I'm doing well too. What is that you said you wanted?"
"Well. You'll be in a for a slight bit of shock today. Craig Levein resigned today."
I don't know why that was supposed to give me a shock. I was an Englishman. I hardly support Scotland. Of course, I do love Scottish players-having worked with many myself. They're the tough, never-give-up type players who fought for everything that was thrown at them. However, on second thought, I think I realised what he was trying to say. Though I could hardly believe it when he did.
"I've been offered the role today morning after John Henry let them talk to me. And I've decided to accept." he said, smiling, obviously beaming at the thought of managing Scotland.
"Congratulations Kenny! That's amazing. I'm sure Charlie and Danny will be pleased to hear that!" I replied, overjoyed at the fact that Kenny had got the Scotland job. It was something he deserved.
"Now what I called you here for is that you are to manage Liverpool after I leave. The owners agree with me and feel you will do a good job, if you put in the same amount of dedication and work that you put in while managing the Academy. Of course, convincing them wasn't easy, but I've done it. I've told them you'll be someone like Guardiola."
Eh? Did he just say that I'm managing Liverpool after he leaves? And did he just say that I would turn out to be someone like Pep Guardiola-Barcelona's legendary manager? Seriously? I mean, seriously?
"I...umm...okay...thanks Kenny but Guardiola? I'll be damned good if I was half as good."
"So you will accept the job offer?"
"Yes, of course I will!" I exclaimed.
Kenny smiled and then rose, saying, "I'll be putting in my papers this afternoon and the board will make the announcement immediately after that.
*****
As I read the news item on Liverpool's website, I could not help but smile. In the media, I was still a favourite, but to the some of the inner core of the Liverpool hierarchy, the news was already confirmed. Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Steve Clarke and Rodolfo Borrell had all sent me text messages congratulating me. I talked to John Henry later in the day and he told me that the news of my appointment would be there by nightfall.
Relieved that I wouldn't be unofficially managing Liverpool for much more than a few hours, I went to sleep.
****
I woke up at about seven in the evening and checked my mobile. An incredible thirty two messages and twenty missed calls were logged in. There were also the messages left for me. Jonjo Shelvey, Jack Robinson, Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson and many more had already left messages congratulating me. I figured from this that the news was out.
And sure enough, when I refreshed the news page on the LFC website, I found this.
One thing was for sure though. I was going to have one **** of a ride through Anfield.
*****
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January 2012
It was just another day in office. I had always been proud to be a part of Liverpool's rich history. No, I hadn't really been talking of the football club in the last sentence, but rather of the city. I began my life here as a nondescript being born in one of the local hospital back on November 10, 1965-the second child in my family. I went through school here and became a big fan of both the Merseyside clubs. Weird though it may seem, I always loved both Everton and Liverpool and naturally carried a deep hatred of Manchester United.
Among the two, I preferred Everton. Not because of any particular reason though. I just liked them. Especially Duncan Ferguson. I hadn't really thought of and I didn't really pursue a career in football. I did attend a trial by Leeds once but they thought I wasn't good enough. So I decided to drop the idea right out of the window. I went on to become a successful business entrepreneur though, opening my own chain of restaurants across England. I started out with a small shop-which still stands today on Herschell Street, very close to Anfield and later on went on to expand it to other sites within Liverpool and then to the rest of England-London, Manchester, Leeds, Dover, and Newcastle.
And then, I decided to return to try and make a career out of coaching in football-leaving my flourishing business to my brother. After completing my coaching degrees, I got the job of managing the Rotherham Under-18s. I did fairly well there-and soon enough, landed the Liverpool Academy Director's job. And five years since I joined here, I still marveled at how good the club was and how rich it's history was. At the same time, I never gave up supporting Everton.
I think it must have been about ten in the morning when I got the call from Kenny Dalglish that would go on to change my life. He had been a father figure to me and I really felt amazed at the amount of encouragement he gave me during my first year in charge. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Hi there. It's me, Kenny. I want you to come up to my office in like five minutes from now."
"Sure thing. I'll be there." I said, hanging up.
Kenny's office was two floors above mine. As I climbed up the stairs, I realised that he was probably just calling me for a routine meeting. A review of the past week and the like. Some nice youth prospects he might want to hear about and so on.
I knocked and entered when Kenny told me to. "Hello Kenny! How're you doing today?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. How're you doing mate?"
"Yes, I'm doing well too. What is that you said you wanted?"
"Well. You'll be in a for a slight bit of shock today. Craig Levein resigned today."
I don't know why that was supposed to give me a shock. I was an Englishman. I hardly support Scotland. Of course, I do love Scottish players-having worked with many myself. They're the tough, never-give-up type players who fought for everything that was thrown at them. However, on second thought, I think I realised what he was trying to say. Though I could hardly believe it when he did.
"I've been offered the role today morning after John Henry let them talk to me. And I've decided to accept." he said, smiling, obviously beaming at the thought of managing Scotland.
"Congratulations Kenny! That's amazing. I'm sure Charlie and Danny will be pleased to hear that!" I replied, overjoyed at the fact that Kenny had got the Scotland job. It was something he deserved.
"Now what I called you here for is that you are to manage Liverpool after I leave. The owners agree with me and feel you will do a good job, if you put in the same amount of dedication and work that you put in while managing the Academy. Of course, convincing them wasn't easy, but I've done it. I've told them you'll be someone like Guardiola."
Eh? Did he just say that I'm managing Liverpool after he leaves? And did he just say that I would turn out to be someone like Pep Guardiola-Barcelona's legendary manager? Seriously? I mean, seriously?
"I...umm...okay...thanks Kenny but Guardiola? I'll be damned good if I was half as good."
"So you will accept the job offer?"
"Yes, of course I will!" I exclaimed.
Kenny smiled and then rose, saying, "I'll be putting in my papers this afternoon and the board will make the announcement immediately after that.
*****

As I read the news item on Liverpool's website, I could not help but smile. In the media, I was still a favourite, but to the some of the inner core of the Liverpool hierarchy, the news was already confirmed. Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Steve Clarke and Rodolfo Borrell had all sent me text messages congratulating me. I talked to John Henry later in the day and he told me that the news of my appointment would be there by nightfall.
Relieved that I wouldn't be unofficially managing Liverpool for much more than a few hours, I went to sleep.
****
I woke up at about seven in the evening and checked my mobile. An incredible thirty two messages and twenty missed calls were logged in. There were also the messages left for me. Jonjo Shelvey, Jack Robinson, Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson and many more had already left messages congratulating me. I figured from this that the news was out.
And sure enough, when I refreshed the news page on the LFC website, I found this.

One thing was for sure though. I was going to have one **** of a ride through Anfield.
*****
Next Update: Team Analysis, Tactics and Transfer Shortlist
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