

Everything has happened so quickly. Some years ago I remember playing for A.C. Milan, the giants of Italy, just a few days ago I remember playing for Botafogo in Brazil. Now I'm in Milano Malpensa Airport soon to be driven to San Siro to sign the contract, not a contract to play for the club once again, but to manage them.
My job is to rescue this team and be the shining light in the darkness that is A.C. Milan. I'm not very qualified to be a manager, I've never been one before, but I believe my passion for the club is what will take the club forward and never backwarsa, never.
The amount of fans that have turned up at the airport waiting for me, and those that are outside is simply amazing and heart-warming. I never would have believed they would want me to manage their team. The previous manager had a tough time and I'm sure they would have wanted a more experienced manager, but to them I'm a hero and I owe them a lot.
As I get into the car, all I can see is A.C. Milan shirts being placed in front of me to sign. I sign about twenty before waving the fans goodbye and I tell the driver "Andiamo!". The club officials had already welcomed me back to Italy by text as I landed and now they were eagerly awaiting my arrival at the San Siro to sign the contract.
A.C. Milan, a club that has always been in my heart. A.C. Milan a club that is my heart.
Authors Note
Hello guys, decided that I wanted to try story writing again and I thought this could be a good storyline. I won't update this story everyday due to me being quite busy during weekdays, but if I can I will. On weekends you can expect multiple updates!