Manager Beginnings Part 4- An Unexpected Chance
Taramas offered me coffee, which I politely refused. I wanted my mind clear for this meeting, seeing as it could potentially change my life. It was not often a rich man wearing an expensive tuxedo would stop you in the street, no matter hi past connections to you. Something important must be happening, I could feel it.
‘Casimir, how have you been old, friend?’ Taramas said, no longer boasting a thick Turkish accent, but a subtler accent, which I could not for the life of me place.
‘Good, how about you?’ I replied calmly, not wanting to rush the conversation.
‘Not bad, not bad at all. In fact, I have recently found myself in a very high up position, in a very large establishment.’ He said, with a sense of proudness.
‘Really?’ I said with a mildly surprised face, hiding my inner feelings. I knew he was destined for great things, even from a very young age.
‘Yes, and that establishment happens to be the very reason I came out find you.’ He paused, waiting for a reaction.
‘How so?’ I said nervously.
‘The establishment is something very close to your heart. It is a football club.’
I controlled my excitement, nodding for him to continue.
‘Let me just get to it. My club, Melbourne Victory, is in need of a coach, but due to financial issues, we cannot afford to pay this coach very much, and all our potential candidates have refused us because of this. I was hoping that you might be interested as taking this up as a side job, until we bring a proper coach in?’
I looked stunned at the man, while choking out some words, ‘I would be honoured, but I’m only 24, is that old enough?’
‘Age is not an issue. I know you have passion for the sport, and this could potentially help propel your career in the footballing world as well, so looking for future employment in this sector will be much easier. If you are willing to, I have a contract drawn up here for 6 months, with all payment listed on the sheet.’
‘I took the paper with my shaking hands, and skimmed over the content. As soon as my eyes laid sight on the monetary figure, they lit up.
‘Where do I sign?’