"Fab!, how's it?"
"Sit"
He didn't sound happy, it's not like i could tell either cause his emotion on his face never changes, he always looks unhappy.
"well Connor, what i want to say is congratulations on getting the kids to the final. A superb achivement for our country. Now, what i called you for..."
Gulp...
"i want you to start looking for a club, i feel you can start pushing forward as a maager if you find a club to manage, i shall help you do this"
"but Fabio, i love my job"
"Dont worry, you can keep the under 21's job as part time, but i feel it would be great for you to manage a club"
What a relief, at least i knew i was keeping my job. But why did he have to tell me this beforethe final? Could it not of waited.
I dont know what i want to do now, do i really want to go into club level management? If i do, i dont want to take over someone else's sucess story, i want to be like Brian Clough and make my own.
Hey, i might even manage Real Madrd!
"You can leave now Connor, and good luck for the final. We will be watching."
As i left, i quickly grabbed some paper and a pen and wrote down my hotel room number, i left the room and walked past reception very cool like dropping the paper onto the receptionists table, i didn't look back i just kept walking.
Smooth!