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AN OLD FRIENDS HELP
As I looked at my phone, I felt quite excited and nervous as the message was from an unknown number, could this be a club asking me to be their manager?
I unlocked my iPhone and tapped on messages, and looked message which read:
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Who could this be? I wondered, thinking of the possibilities, Could it be my son? He might have got himself yet another phone and not gave me his number yet? Maybe Leicester manager Nigel Pearson to speak about Kasper's performances?
Time flew by and soon enough it was 3:15pm, should I go meet this mystery person? What harm could it do? I grabbed my coat and headed off to my car to drive down to Costa.
When I arrived I opened the door and looked around the room, I saw a few friends around a table having a laugh, a couple sat near the windows having a long chat, who do I look for?
A short woman walked up to me wearing a Costa coffee uniform and asked:
"Are you Mr.Schmeichel?" I responded saying "Why yes I am, why?" "A man over there wants to speak to you." She told me, pointing towards the far tables. "Thanks love." I said to her, smiling. I looked over there to try and see the person from far away but I couldn't see their face, Well, this was it, I walked over to the man and sat down.
"Hello?" I said, trying to get a good look at the man's face. "Hello Peter." the man said, with a strong Scottish accent. It couldn't be? Sir Alex Ferguson...?
"Alex, is that you?" I asked the man, looking puzzled. "You don't recognise the voice?" The man said chuckling, "Of course its me!". He took off his hat and smiled.
"Nice to see you again, how are you doing?" I said to him, shaking his hand.
"I'm well, and yourself?"
"I'm doing well thanks." I replied.
"So why did you want to speak to me Alex?" I asked him in a quiet tone.
"Well, you see Peter, now I'm retired I have a lot of free time on my hands, and I got a text from someone about a potential management job." He replied to me, showing me the message.
"And how does this involve me?" I questioned him.
"Well, Peter, I retired from management as it was enough for me, however you've always told me you'd consider becoming a manager, well now is your chance." He said, handing me the number of the employer. "I've put in a good word for you, take it or leave it, it's your choice." he said, shaking my hand.
Sir Alex Ferguson then walked off and left a tip on the counter. I looked at the number, is this my only chance to become a manager?
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