You too, Brutus?
I woke up feeling tired. Last night was brilliant, COD with my mates is the real deal. I quickly shaved, showered and put on my tracksuit in preparation for training and left my house for Spotland. I was a bit late today, but I think the manager can be excused for something like this. There were a few cars in the parking lot, suggesting that the backroom staff were already here and also emphasising the fact that I was late, although it wasn't my fault... it was the alarm clock's.
The massive automatic doors opened as I approached them, and I walked in gripping the sack of footballs Beech had left in the waiting room. I was in a good mood that day as well, the best I've ever been in since the promotion actually... since then it's been hectic. I turned into the hallway of offices and placed the sack outside the dressing room and walked towards my office to boot up my computer and get the day started before training did. When I passed Chris Beech's office I heard him talk on the phone to someone. I thought about knocking and entering, but I decided to eavesdrop for once. I could barely make out what he was saying, but something really stuck out...
"...yeah I see what you mean Pete, everything's pretty much the same around here since he kicked you out." Who's Pete? Surely, not... THAT Pete?
"Oh really? I don't think he knows what he's doing mate, sure he's got us promoted and stuff, but he's an actual prick in the dressing room, especially when he terminated your contract though, that really pissed me off." He was talking about me! With Peter Cavanagh. The man whose duties I relieved a few months ago...
I wasn't going to listen to anymore, I smashed the door open. Beech dropped his phone and the battery plundered out, ending the conversation. "You cunt," I said. "You absolute cunt of a man."
"Listen, I was just--" He began, panicking.
"Say no more, I thought you were better than that. Pack your bags homie, you're getting replaced." And that was it. The look of dismay on his face was priceless, but he deserved it nonetheless for backstabbing me. Who's going to betray me next? Who's going to backstab me? Who's going to walk out on this club? The coaching staff need replacing, and I have a good friend who might be willing to join us...
More ex-internationals are on their way to Spotland Stadium as Rochdale gaffer Justin Credible signs England and Manchester United legend David Beckham as a coach, and replaces assistant manager Chris Beech with Ugo Ihemelu -- a former USA defender. These two signings have come in wake of Credible himself announcing that "the club will be doing everything to move forward" and by bringing international experience into the team, he is perfectly on par.
The former Manchester United and Real Madrid midfielder has made his friendly relationship with Credible very clear since signing for Rochdale, and has said that he knew Justin Credible was an ambitious man and was pleased to see the club in League One. He will be linking up with his ex-Manchester United and England teammate Andy Cole, who is also part of Rochdale's intriguing coaching staff for similar reasons.
The 31 year old former USA defender Ugo Ihemelu will be Credible's assistant following a rift between the latter and Chris Beech, which ultimately led to Beech's sacking. Credible and Rochdale AFC refused to elaborate and the details of the row will forever remain a mystery within Spotland...
that son of a beech 
CA: 
I can see Rochdale becoming a major force in Europe in a few seasons! 
