15th June 2013
I was on the motorway, driving back home to my native Scotland, where I was going to visit my family in my home town of Bellshill and stay with them a few weeks, when I tuned into talkSPORT radio, and heard about the latest manager departure in the Premier League, and I thought to myself, could this be it? Could this be the chance I have been waiting for to really make my name as a football manager? I know I have had two great spells already in English football so I can’t really take those for granted, but I believe this job could really rejuvenate my career and allow me to show the world what I’m really capable of as a manager. Immediately I phoned up my agent, and asked him for advice on whether or not I should make the club aware of my interest in taking the job, and we stayed on the phone for about an hour discussing the possibilities of what could happen if I managed to get the job. We had to spoke about where I would live, would it be best for my family to move there with me, and would it be the best job for me to take in the first place seen as there could be other teams willing to hire me in the future as-well.
About 10 days into my two week stay in Scotland, I sat down with my family and discussed the chance I had to further my career in management. I had discussed the details with them, and they had agreed that it was a fantastic opportunity for me, and they were willing to join me in the move, which put a huge smile on my face as it’s nice to know your family support you in your decisions no matter what. When my time in Scotland was over, I put my CV together, and sent it off in hope that the club where I dream of managing would accept my application to be their new manager and take them to new heights in the league.
Two weeks had then passed, and I had already tactics out in my head on the way down from Scotland even though I had not got the job or even heard from the club. While I was up in Scotland, I had already drawn up a list of potential transfer targets to present to the owners for if I did get the job so I could start my reign right away. I knew what players would be leaving too, as I want to overhaul the squad and bring in some younger, fresh legs into the squad and give us some flair and push up the table. I sat down into McDonalds with my family, and we began tucking into our BigMac meals, and this is at the point where after two weeks of not hearing anything about, I had started to give up hope and think that I would not get the job. Then my phone started ringing, and I began to get a rush of excitement through my body as I looked at the number and knew exactly who was calling me. I motioned to my partner, Pamela, that I needed to take this call outside, and then walked out of the restaurant, to take the call. 10 minutes had passed, and I walked back into McDonalds with a grin on my face, I had got the job. All the details had been provisionally agreed over the phone, and I had to travel to the clubs stadium, where in three years time they will not be playing, to sort out the paperwork then I would be officially announced as their new manager. Just as we began to leave McDonalds, a familiar song came into my head, one which I would be hearing a lot once from the fans once I take up the job, and I began singing it under my breath as I walked through the door.
“I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air, they fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die.”

I was on the motorway, driving back home to my native Scotland, where I was going to visit my family in my home town of Bellshill and stay with them a few weeks, when I tuned into talkSPORT radio, and heard about the latest manager departure in the Premier League, and I thought to myself, could this be it? Could this be the chance I have been waiting for to really make my name as a football manager? I know I have had two great spells already in English football so I can’t really take those for granted, but I believe this job could really rejuvenate my career and allow me to show the world what I’m really capable of as a manager. Immediately I phoned up my agent, and asked him for advice on whether or not I should make the club aware of my interest in taking the job, and we stayed on the phone for about an hour discussing the possibilities of what could happen if I managed to get the job. We had to spoke about where I would live, would it be best for my family to move there with me, and would it be the best job for me to take in the first place seen as there could be other teams willing to hire me in the future as-well.
About 10 days into my two week stay in Scotland, I sat down with my family and discussed the chance I had to further my career in management. I had discussed the details with them, and they had agreed that it was a fantastic opportunity for me, and they were willing to join me in the move, which put a huge smile on my face as it’s nice to know your family support you in your decisions no matter what. When my time in Scotland was over, I put my CV together, and sent it off in hope that the club where I dream of managing would accept my application to be their new manager and take them to new heights in the league.
Two weeks had then passed, and I had already tactics out in my head on the way down from Scotland even though I had not got the job or even heard from the club. While I was up in Scotland, I had already drawn up a list of potential transfer targets to present to the owners for if I did get the job so I could start my reign right away. I knew what players would be leaving too, as I want to overhaul the squad and bring in some younger, fresh legs into the squad and give us some flair and push up the table. I sat down into McDonalds with my family, and we began tucking into our BigMac meals, and this is at the point where after two weeks of not hearing anything about, I had started to give up hope and think that I would not get the job. Then my phone started ringing, and I began to get a rush of excitement through my body as I looked at the number and knew exactly who was calling me. I motioned to my partner, Pamela, that I needed to take this call outside, and then walked out of the restaurant, to take the call. 10 minutes had passed, and I walked back into McDonalds with a grin on my face, I had got the job. All the details had been provisionally agreed over the phone, and I had to travel to the clubs stadium, where in three years time they will not be playing, to sort out the paperwork then I would be officially announced as their new manager. Just as we began to leave McDonalds, a familiar song came into my head, one which I would be hearing a lot once from the fans once I take up the job, and I began singing it under my breath as I walked through the door.
“I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air, they fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die.”