Author's Notes: This is a football/soccer fic. It won't be extremely long as I don't have the time to sit for hours on end writing. It is about CF. Real Madrid, my favourite team abroad.
It was night. I was looking towards the ceiling of my hotel room, based in central Madrid. I flicked on the T.V and a message went across the bottom of the screen. It was Spanish, which I knew from my school times. It translated to 'CF Real Madrid sack Caro. The search starts for a new boss now.'
My heart skipped a beat. 'Real sack their coach. This is my chance. The chance.'
I jumped to my bedside table, and flicked open my cell, rolled down to F. Martin, and pressed the green phone.
'Hello, Fernando. How are you doing?'
'Ok, I suppose. I guess you've heard the news. need to draw up a shortlist of managers. What you think of Hiddink, Wenger, Capello?'
'I don't rate any of them. I do rate someone though. Me.'
'Would you seriously be prepared to have a job like this?'
'Yes. I want it, I would do a better job than all of your candidates. I could give this club what it needs. Success!'
'Ok. I will have to mull it over, and will get back to you in the morning.'
He hung up.
I slept tight that night.
I woke the next morning to a ring.
'Fernando?'
I looked towards the clock. 6am.
'Yes Fernando, you bring good news?'
'Yes. I will install you as manager for this season. Win something, you keep your job. You have a million to spend. Give some thought over transfer targets.'
'Ok, I will do. Fernando. Thank you. So very, very much.'
Wil do chapter one after responces, taking suggestions about storylines. Cheers. k8
Prelude
It was night. I was looking towards the ceiling of my hotel room, based in central Madrid. I flicked on the T.V and a message went across the bottom of the screen. It was Spanish, which I knew from my school times. It translated to 'CF Real Madrid sack Caro. The search starts for a new boss now.'
My heart skipped a beat. 'Real sack their coach. This is my chance. The chance.'
I jumped to my bedside table, and flicked open my cell, rolled down to F. Martin, and pressed the green phone.
'Hello, Fernando. How are you doing?'
'Ok, I suppose. I guess you've heard the news. need to draw up a shortlist of managers. What you think of Hiddink, Wenger, Capello?'
'I don't rate any of them. I do rate someone though. Me.'
'Would you seriously be prepared to have a job like this?'
'Yes. I want it, I would do a better job than all of your candidates. I could give this club what it needs. Success!'
'Ok. I will have to mull it over, and will get back to you in the morning.'
He hung up.
I slept tight that night.
I woke the next morning to a ring.
'Fernando?'
I looked towards the clock. 6am.
'Yes Fernando, you bring good news?'
'Yes. I will install you as manager for this season. Win something, you keep your job. You have a million to spend. Give some thought over transfer targets.'
'Ok, I will do. Fernando. Thank you. So very, very much.'
Wil do chapter one after responces, taking suggestions about storylines. Cheers. k8