Sam91
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Making Peace...
Training had just finished and I was heading back to my office. We'd been on a good run lately, except maybe in Europe. But still the boys were playing well and finally results were matching our good performances.
''Hey!! Boss!'' It was Valentino Lazaro. We hadn't spoken much since our row, except me asking him work on playing out wide right which he'd been doing well at to be fair to the lad.
''Hey Laz, what can I do for you?'' Remaining as civil as possible with the little ****.
''Look I'm sorry about the other week, you were right I shouldn't have questioned you. I'm really sorry I just want to play football'' He maintained eye contact the whole time. I could see he meant what he was saying.
''Laz you're a young lad, don't let others influence you. You're a real talent and could go far, I want you to be the next big thing. Just keep playing you have been and leave everything else to me.''
''Okay boss, I'm really sorry.'' He said with his head facing the ground, like a shamed kid being told off by his school teacher or parent.
''Alright kid stop apologising its already forgotten about!!!'' I said laughing throwing an arm around him.
He smiled and headed off to the changing room. I walked back towards my office. Thats one problem sorted, now just to win round Peter Akersen. But at least my wonderboy finally saw sense, whether that was because not a single club had come sniffing since he went whinging to the papers or if he really believed I was right I don't know. At this point I didn't care, we had football to get on with and a title to win and Lazaro was key to that.
Training had just finished and I was heading back to my office. We'd been on a good run lately, except maybe in Europe. But still the boys were playing well and finally results were matching our good performances.
''Hey!! Boss!'' It was Valentino Lazaro. We hadn't spoken much since our row, except me asking him work on playing out wide right which he'd been doing well at to be fair to the lad.
''Hey Laz, what can I do for you?'' Remaining as civil as possible with the little ****.
''Look I'm sorry about the other week, you were right I shouldn't have questioned you. I'm really sorry I just want to play football'' He maintained eye contact the whole time. I could see he meant what he was saying.
''Laz you're a young lad, don't let others influence you. You're a real talent and could go far, I want you to be the next big thing. Just keep playing you have been and leave everything else to me.''
''Okay boss, I'm really sorry.'' He said with his head facing the ground, like a shamed kid being told off by his school teacher or parent.
''Alright kid stop apologising its already forgotten about!!!'' I said laughing throwing an arm around him.
He smiled and headed off to the changing room. I walked back towards my office. Thats one problem sorted, now just to win round Peter Akersen. But at least my wonderboy finally saw sense, whether that was because not a single club had come sniffing since he went whinging to the papers or if he really believed I was right I don't know. At this point I didn't care, we had football to get on with and a title to win and Lazaro was key to that.