Opportunity
"Hey Andriy, it's me Vlad."
"It's you, obviously. I got your contact saved on my phone, and besides, your cheeky voice is impossible to not recognise," I chuckled.
"Heh, that's not the first time I've heard that. Anyway, last week you told me you were gonna quit politics and look for a managerial position right?"
"Yep, that's right. As a matter of fact, I've resigned."
"I know that, it's all over the news!"
"Yes, and I'm in England now, practicing my coaching skills at Chelsea for a short while. I plan to move my family over once I've got a job here."
"Ah, that's good then. I've found a Premier League team willing to employ you as a manager."
My agent's words made my heart skip. A Premier League team willing to employ me as manager! Various possibilities ran through my mind swiftly like a train, as I thought of all the Premier League clubs with a vacant managerial position, or clubs with under-fire managers.
"Th... That's brilliant."
"Yes, it is!"
"What's the club?" I honestly couldn't give two shits about who the club was. As long as it was a Premier League team I wouldn't mind taking over the reins at the worst club in the league, the ones destined for relegation, the ones that look like they wouldn't have a shot at winning the title for another thirty years or so. But it would be good to know.
"Queens Park Rangers."
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