Tito takes over Los Blanquillos...
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I stood at the training ground monitoring my players who were participating. A good result against Tenerife was my belief. Sure we had our chances but we came away from the game with a point.
My hands in pockets I stood there for another 30 minutes watching the 5-a-side that had now started. Humberto began to impress me and he started to rifle in multiple goals. I nodded in approval. I nodded multiple times in approval. Finally my strikers were looking promising, though this was only training.
I blew my whistle;
'Call it a day lads!'
I noticed Jermaine stayed after training to practise his crosses. He'd set up a series of hoola hoops in the 18-yard box, each in a 'dangerous' area. He hadn't noticed me watching, but I observed Jermaine's commitment eagerly. This lad was far from the troubled star who was the first player to wear a tag in a game of Football.
I finally called it a day myself watching Jermaine and headed back to the office were I would look to prepare for the arrival of our next opposition, Almeria. A tough game, yes, but I was strangly confident after watching my team in training. I say strangly as I myself was still getting used to the team.
The game began after I had told my players to go out and do it for the fans, something I imagined they must have been getting bored of.
I didn't follow them straight out though, I sat down on one of the seats in the dressing room. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Inside was a picture of my daughter. She stayed in Barcelona with her mother. My eyes began to flood when Nayim walked in ;
'Tito, lets go!'
'A moment Nayim'
3 months into a job and was I already considering leaving? I couldn't.
I strolled out to the dugout to a series of sarcastic chants from the Almeria fans. I simply waved.
'Tito, we're 1-0 down.'
'I don't care.'
'What's bothering you?
'Zaragoza'
I simple reply that Nayim took. He dropped the conversation. To put it simply, and all of a sudden, I was f*cking miserable.
But suddenly that changed for me. Humerto Suazo picks up the ball and begins a dribble from his own half. He beats one, he beats 2, he beats 3!
Corner.
I was out of the dugout and was now on the touchline. My youngster Ander whips in the inswinging corner.
GOAL FOR ZARAGOZA!
Pulido does it! My centre back! I jump for joy! Thoughts of leaving dissappear and happiness comes forward.
But thats how it finished.
1-1.
I didn't know whether or not to be satisfied or dissappointed. Instead I stood on the touchline once the stadium was empty and watched as Zaragoza emploies gather left over rubbish. I didn't have much time to think though as Barcelona would soon be welcomed here.
'3-f*cking nil at half time? Really? C'mon lads this is terrible! I expect to see much more from you in the second half!'
It really was 3-0 to Barcelona. I had watched as Dani Alves, Messi and Ibrahimovic had picked away at my defecnce and simply destroyed as so far at home.
The final score though was 4-3 to Barcelona. I was delighted to see an Uche brace, a joy to behold. Pulido also scoring from another corner. On another day we maybe could have won. A Messi wonder goal slates all hopes in the 77th minute after a fantastic comeback. My head slips into my hands. So close.
The lads left up-beat though after a great performance. They had made a good account for themselves and now were showing some potencial that was needed to avoid relagation.
We then travelled to the Santiago Bernabeu. What a place it was. It was truely stunning.
'Unlucky lads, it was a great effort!'
We lose 2-0. I was ok though. Unknown to me we would go on a 3 match winning streak.
We beat Getafe 2-1 at home, Suazo and Eliseu scoring. Delighted I leave the stadium more relaxed, happier.
My hands in pockets I stood there for another 30 minutes watching the 5-a-side that had now started. Humberto began to impress me and he started to rifle in multiple goals. I nodded in approval. I nodded multiple times in approval. Finally my strikers were looking promising, though this was only training.
I blew my whistle;
'Call it a day lads!'
I noticed Jermaine stayed after training to practise his crosses. He'd set up a series of hoola hoops in the 18-yard box, each in a 'dangerous' area. He hadn't noticed me watching, but I observed Jermaine's commitment eagerly. This lad was far from the troubled star who was the first player to wear a tag in a game of Football.
I finally called it a day myself watching Jermaine and headed back to the office were I would look to prepare for the arrival of our next opposition, Almeria. A tough game, yes, but I was strangly confident after watching my team in training. I say strangly as I myself was still getting used to the team.
The game began after I had told my players to go out and do it for the fans, something I imagined they must have been getting bored of.
I didn't follow them straight out though, I sat down on one of the seats in the dressing room. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Inside was a picture of my daughter. She stayed in Barcelona with her mother. My eyes began to flood when Nayim walked in ;
'Tito, lets go!'
'A moment Nayim'
3 months into a job and was I already considering leaving? I couldn't.
I strolled out to the dugout to a series of sarcastic chants from the Almeria fans. I simply waved.
'Tito, we're 1-0 down.'
'I don't care.'
'What's bothering you?
'Zaragoza'
I simple reply that Nayim took. He dropped the conversation. To put it simply, and all of a sudden, I was f*cking miserable.
But suddenly that changed for me. Humerto Suazo picks up the ball and begins a dribble from his own half. He beats one, he beats 2, he beats 3!
Corner.
I was out of the dugout and was now on the touchline. My youngster Ander whips in the inswinging corner.
GOAL FOR ZARAGOZA!
Pulido does it! My centre back! I jump for joy! Thoughts of leaving dissappear and happiness comes forward.
But thats how it finished.
1-1.
I didn't know whether or not to be satisfied or dissappointed. Instead I stood on the touchline once the stadium was empty and watched as Zaragoza emploies gather left over rubbish. I didn't have much time to think though as Barcelona would soon be welcomed here.
'3-f*cking nil at half time? Really? C'mon lads this is terrible! I expect to see much more from you in the second half!'
It really was 3-0 to Barcelona. I had watched as Dani Alves, Messi and Ibrahimovic had picked away at my defecnce and simply destroyed as so far at home.
The final score though was 4-3 to Barcelona. I was delighted to see an Uche brace, a joy to behold. Pulido also scoring from another corner. On another day we maybe could have won. A Messi wonder goal slates all hopes in the 77th minute after a fantastic comeback. My head slips into my hands. So close.
The lads left up-beat though after a great performance. They had made a good account for themselves and now were showing some potencial that was needed to avoid relagation.
We then travelled to the Santiago Bernabeu. What a place it was. It was truely stunning.
'Unlucky lads, it was a great effort!'
We lose 2-0. I was ok though. Unknown to me we would go on a 3 match winning streak.
We beat Getafe 2-1 at home, Suazo and Eliseu scoring. Delighted I leave the stadium more relaxed, happier.
The next games that followed were 2 wins and one defeat. We would go to Valladolid and beat them 1-0 away. I was happy with the lads performance. We finally started to challenge teams. I informed the guys of how happy I was. Suazo again getting on the scoresheet.
We then welcomed Malaga to our stadium. A victory was on the cards I believed. 2-1 it finishes. I am delighted. Suazo scores once again and Marco nets his first for Zaragoza. I leave happy and look forward to the next game against Sevilla.
We then welcomed Malaga to our stadium. A victory was on the cards I believed. 2-1 it finishes. I am delighted. Suazo scores once again and Marco nets his first for Zaragoza. I leave happy and look forward to the next game against Sevilla.
To my dissappointment we lose to Sevilla, 1-0.
But things so far were going ok, and with a Copa del Rey game coming up against Sporting, we looked to go and get the win.
But as I sat in the office, pondering recent results, I had an appearance from an unecpected guest.
'Hola Alessandro, what do you want now?'
But things so far were going ok, and with a Copa del Rey game coming up against Sporting, we looked to go and get the win.
But as I sat in the office, pondering recent results, I had an appearance from an unecpected guest.
'Hola Alessandro, what do you want now?'
Thanks mate, hoping to have an update tonight I think.
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Planning on taking a break from this though its just started. I can't find the motivation to play as Zaragoza atm. I am planning too come back to it, but I'm going to start a story with a club in Italy I think.
Well, I'd love to see you're new kitsWhat about the Blackpool story?
Oh don't worry I'll find some way to squeeze in a mention
haha! I wanted to start a new challenge before going Barcelona. So that was easy so some guys recommended a change so I went Zaragoza for a change. I just find it hard to get motivated with them :S2009/2010 season summary
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I'll now continue this story. I'll probably change the style of writing but i hope you all follow.
2 years had passed as manager of Real Zaragoza. I was loving life. Last season for me had been wonderful as we maintained steady form to achieve a great position of 6th.
Progress I thought.
We were Europe bound and the team couldn't be happier.
A busy transfer window though seen some good players come in and some good players go out. Most notably, Neymar. He left for £49million to Real Madrid, an offer we couldn't refuse. Sure the kid had massive potential, no doubt. But 5 goals in his full season for a striker, no way, not for me.
I have high hopes for Yohan Mollo though. Tricky Frenchman, I hope he can challenge Victor (Obinna). After getting signing of the season for Liga BBVA due to being a free, netting 14 goals from AML, its going to be hard to force him out of my team.
Another inspired season from Luis Fabiano was also called apon. At £23million last season I needed him to once again produce like last year as an effective replacement for Marco (Borriello).
But after a shocking defeat at home to Teneife, in which we lost 5-0, we had to produce away to Valencia.
Not to be.
We lose 2-0 at the Nuevo Mestalla (sp).
So 2 defeats on the trot and I need to pick the lads up, we're heading to Paris for our first group game in the Europa League.
We lose 2-1. a Bóbo brace sinks our side despite a wonder strike from Victor(Obinna) from 35 yards. With nothing on, he cuts inside from the left, dribbles past the centre midfielder and just smacks a shot at goal. The power generated was too much and the keeper could only get a slight touch as it flew past him into the top left hand corner.
3 defeats on the trot. Disaster.
We now headed to Mallorca, the 'bogey' team as you say in England. Away, morale wasn't as high as it could be.
'There will be 3 minutes of additional time, 3 minutes.'
Thats what the PA claimed. It was 0-0. Mallorca had a corner. Joe(Hart) collects and quickly dispatches the ball to Elliseu on the left wing.
I stand up from the dugout.
Eliseu moves forward, looks up, and plays a ball through to Luis(Fabiano).
I bite my nail on my index finger.
2 men in Luis' way, he beats one.
The fans gasp inwards.
He beats the second..
I gasp now, expecting...
He dribbles into the area, with only the keeper to beat...
Progress I thought.
We were Europe bound and the team couldn't be happier.
A busy transfer window though seen some good players come in and some good players go out. Most notably, Neymar. He left for £49million to Real Madrid, an offer we couldn't refuse. Sure the kid had massive potential, no doubt. But 5 goals in his full season for a striker, no way, not for me.
I have high hopes for Yohan Mollo though. Tricky Frenchman, I hope he can challenge Victor (Obinna). After getting signing of the season for Liga BBVA due to being a free, netting 14 goals from AML, its going to be hard to force him out of my team.
Another inspired season from Luis Fabiano was also called apon. At £23million last season I needed him to once again produce like last year as an effective replacement for Marco (Borriello).
But after a shocking defeat at home to Teneife, in which we lost 5-0, we had to produce away to Valencia.
Not to be.
We lose 2-0 at the Nuevo Mestalla (sp).
So 2 defeats on the trot and I need to pick the lads up, we're heading to Paris for our first group game in the Europa League.
We lose 2-1. a Bóbo brace sinks our side despite a wonder strike from Victor(Obinna) from 35 yards. With nothing on, he cuts inside from the left, dribbles past the centre midfielder and just smacks a shot at goal. The power generated was too much and the keeper could only get a slight touch as it flew past him into the top left hand corner.
3 defeats on the trot. Disaster.
We now headed to Mallorca, the 'bogey' team as you say in England. Away, morale wasn't as high as it could be.
'There will be 3 minutes of additional time, 3 minutes.'
Thats what the PA claimed. It was 0-0. Mallorca had a corner. Joe(Hart) collects and quickly dispatches the ball to Elliseu on the left wing.
I stand up from the dugout.
Eliseu moves forward, looks up, and plays a ball through to Luis(Fabiano).
I bite my nail on my index finger.
2 men in Luis' way, he beats one.
The fans gasp inwards.
He beats the second..
I gasp now, expecting...
He dribbles into the area, with only the keeper to beat...
GOAL FOR ZARAGOZA!
Zaragoza erput with joy and all run towards Luis, even the keeper. A great finish as he beats the keeper at the near post.
We take the 3 points, and those 3 points were well needed. Morale had been lifted. But injuries were growing.....
Joy for Fabiano as he nets the winner.
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