Looking through the window of the teambus, on the way back of Match no 100, I began thinking, what a great start I had, and that I was reaching 100 matches in management. Ofcourse it had to be in the cupmatch against an amateur, they wanted goals on my landmark. Of course we won, and scored 6 in the progress. Someone taps on my shoulder, and I see Ronnie Briggs. "hey boss, can we have a talk about some of our Dutchies?"
"Off course, tell me what is it.". "Well," started Ronnie, "They want to thank you for playing them, and I heared they got a call up for Netherlands U21." "Nice, those 3 kids will get there. Im happy to have those 3 in our youthsystem, thanks to you. its beautiful that they can rotate on midfield, so players can become crazy because no-one can mark them." We both knew that those kinds were the most promising upcoming Dutchies, and I needed them for winning the CL, with some they can boss the midfield by then.
we reach de Euroborg again, and we all get off. as I walk towards my car, I hear something. A sound like a 2m 125kg giant is running towards me just around the corner. And there the most eyedestroying moment of my career. A man, wearing only a yellow speedo, on a kangeroo, is staring me in the face. "Oi cunt, I told you we would meet again."