December 6th
It's been almost 6 months since I was manager of Newcastle. What flew by so quickly during the football season took ages for an unemployed Italian in England. Nobody wanted me, save a few low league sides in the npower league 2 and such. But here I was, taking a cab into London, knowing my future in football was on the line. I had my doubts about my future but I also had doubts about my skills. The cab passed the Emirates Stadium, where not a month ago my Newcastle team thrashed Arsenal 4-1. The magpies simply got better when I left, same squad, but completely different results. They're now riding high in 3rd place, just 2 points out of 1st. And here I am, forgotten. Nobody remembered the creator of this great team, just Emmanuel Fernandez, Waldemar, and Elvis. Nobody remembers that if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be playing in England. No one but Q.P.R. Q.P.R. have had a dreadful start to the season, just 5 points out of the relegation zone but 11 points away from playoff spots. I can't see them as a long-term side, but maybe as a team where I could get my rep up so I could move back up into the upper echelons in football.
December 7th
I have to say, the facilities at Loftus Road weren't that bad at all. The chairman came out to shake my hand and usher me too his office, where he and the ass man at Q.P.R were. They asked me some questions about the transfer money and the wage budget, and I answered what they wanted me too hear. They both seemed impressed, hopefully I can impress them with some good performances this year, if they're willing to put any trust into me.
December 9th
This morning I got the text to confirm it, I was now manager of Q.P.R. I was told I had to meet the press at Loftus road. I was devastated by the thought of more conferences, but I wasn't too worried, it was just a championship side, right? It was a necessary ordeal, or at least that's what I thought. Well, I was wrong, all the questions save a few were about Newcastle, and I told them exactly what I was thinking. Was that the smart thing, I don't know, but you can certainly read about it in the papers tomorrow morning. There must have 15 journalists there for a club who could be going down this season, it was absolutely crazy.
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Note: This is meant to be a short update, as the next updates will contain no FM and all writing, seeing as I'm going to be away for a couple days.
It's been almost 6 months since I was manager of Newcastle. What flew by so quickly during the football season took ages for an unemployed Italian in England. Nobody wanted me, save a few low league sides in the npower league 2 and such. But here I was, taking a cab into London, knowing my future in football was on the line. I had my doubts about my future but I also had doubts about my skills. The cab passed the Emirates Stadium, where not a month ago my Newcastle team thrashed Arsenal 4-1. The magpies simply got better when I left, same squad, but completely different results. They're now riding high in 3rd place, just 2 points out of 1st. And here I am, forgotten. Nobody remembered the creator of this great team, just Emmanuel Fernandez, Waldemar, and Elvis. Nobody remembers that if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be playing in England. No one but Q.P.R. Q.P.R. have had a dreadful start to the season, just 5 points out of the relegation zone but 11 points away from playoff spots. I can't see them as a long-term side, but maybe as a team where I could get my rep up so I could move back up into the upper echelons in football.
December 7th
I have to say, the facilities at Loftus Road weren't that bad at all. The chairman came out to shake my hand and usher me too his office, where he and the ass man at Q.P.R were. They asked me some questions about the transfer money and the wage budget, and I answered what they wanted me too hear. They both seemed impressed, hopefully I can impress them with some good performances this year, if they're willing to put any trust into me.
December 9th
This morning I got the text to confirm it, I was now manager of Q.P.R. I was told I had to meet the press at Loftus road. I was devastated by the thought of more conferences, but I wasn't too worried, it was just a championship side, right? It was a necessary ordeal, or at least that's what I thought. Well, I was wrong, all the questions save a few were about Newcastle, and I told them exactly what I was thinking. Was that the smart thing, I don't know, but you can certainly read about it in the papers tomorrow morning. There must have 15 journalists there for a club who could be going down this season, it was absolutely crazy.
Note: This is meant to be a short update, as the next updates will contain no FM and all writing, seeing as I'm going to be away for a couple days.
which sounds awful
