Ready to Stun
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Here I was. Sat on a regular plane - on a journey to London. I couldn't quite believe what I was doing, but somehow it felt right. I wanted a move to management, as life in Brazil isn't exactly the most fulfilling football-wise. I was going for the manager job at Tottenham Hotspur. It felt crazy - but I knew there was the slightest possibility of it happening. Within the next few days, I could be Tottenham's new manager.
We are nearing our destination. Please leave your seatbelts on until we have fully landed.
The plane was getting closer and closer to the ground, my destination was of course London. I had a long hike to White Hart Lane, but I'm sure I could handle it. It's the people on the way I'm worried about. I'm sure a few crazy people will want autographs or question why I'm here, and I know what I'll do. I was doing all this planning, but I'd forgotten the most important bit. The interview.
The plane finally landed, and I unbuckled my seatbelt. I tried to get out of the plane before anyone else, because I didn't want to be noticed, but one person had to notice it was me. I shut my eyes and sighed, but all they did was look at me in awe. I sighed with relief, A massive crowd awaited me when I finally got out of the plane. Friends, family, just random people who wanted someone to collect, they were all there. There were 2 things I could do - barge through the group in a monsterly fashion or wait for the crowd to go and be late for my interview. I knew what I wanted to do.
Arms, legs, hips, all body parts were hitting me as I stormed through the group, head low. When I felt no more body parts, I thought I'd lost feeling in my head, but I had actually just come to the end of the pack. Words couldn't describe how relieved I was. I could finally get out of that airport, and over to White Hart Lane. Everything was falling into place.
The walk wasn't too long, 25 minutes or so. About 5 minutes in, I received a funny look from someone - not even sure who they were. Didn't bother me, just seemed a bit weird. London is full of crime, so I've heard, I guess I better watch my back around here. Nothing much else happened, it was just a regular walk, except for when a member of the media was just a few metres away. I quickly turned the other way, and found myself looking at a jewellery shop. Well, that was embarrasing.
I finally arrived at White Hart Lane, after 30 minutes of walking. I looked up at the huge stadium, and mentally prepared myself before walking inside...
