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Touching Down in San Sebastian
My arrival is greeted with a contagious episode of murmuring and whispering.In this autonomous province I am greeted with hostile Journos from Bilbao and optimistic ones from my new home town, but, unsurprisingly I am also approached by San Sebastian editors and football fans-alike that are bereft in confidence for the gamble that was my appointment. In my first press conference I am externally stoic but inside I am a spaghetti-junction of feelings and nerves. The first question lands like butcher's cleaver to the chest;
"Do you feel well-equipped enough to handle the pressures of a foreign coach in such a staunchly patriotic area?"
I lick my desert strips and reply; " As far as I'm concerned, with the players aide, I will exceed your lowly expectations. Don't even attempt to compare me to Toshack 'cause of my British origins; I'll conquer this province and more. Here's the only offer available; You give me time, I give you results"
The conference room is taken aback; my fluent spanish wasn't expected and neither was the dulcet aggression in my response.An hourglass broad with specs and midnight curls for hair stood up and fired the next question.
"Are you thinking of signing anybody as reinforcements?"
The ease of this question settles my nerves and I finally crack a smile.
"Along with keeping hold of our Key Players such as Griezmann and I. Martinez who're a large part of our future; I will be aiming to draft in one or two more bodies. You could be my first if you like; you look like you've got....Natural Fitness levels that I am interested in."
Following my audacity, I get up out of my chair and with the composure of a goalhanging striker; walk out of the building to my temporary hotel fixture.
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