Jason Newell - A South American Adventure
This is the journey of Jason Newell, an English manager in South America, follow the ups and downs of his career as he thrives to become the very best!
It was a rare sunny day in Greater Manchester and Jason noticed people walking around in shirts and shorts as he parked his car up at the front entrance of Boundary Park. Jason loved it when there was hot weather but he couldn't let the sun distract him as he walked through the front doors. Jason briefly checked his Twitter on his phone, it was full of people talking about the weather. As he walked into the changing rooms he was greeted by hello's from his fellow teammates. Jason walked across the changing room and as he took his place at the end of the room and changed into the number 7 shirt he briefly took a moment to stroke the Owl on the badge at the front, as he did this he remembered a quote which his under-14 manager had told him and which stuck into his mind as he played, 'The name on the front of the shirt is more important than the name on the back'. Normally the changing room was loud but today it was eerily quiet and Jason knew all the reason why, this would be his last game for Oldham Athletic Under-19s. 3 days later and he would be living in a strange country, eating strange food, watching strange teams playing the game he loved in a strange league. Jason was moving to São Paulo. His father was offered a job in which he could not refuse and so his family had decided to all pack up and move, Jason remembered when he was told about this and a flash of shock came over him once more. The flashback ended as the head coach barged threw the doors, 'you know what you need to do lads, go out there and do it'. All roar from the team rippled through the changing rooms and Jason swore that you could probably of heard it in Japan. As the two teams of Oldham under-19s and Rochdale lined up side-by-side Jason suddenly knew the best way to say goodbye to his teammates and as he pulled the armband up his arm and led his team out into the pitch he was greeted by the roar of 54 fans.
As the referee blew for full time Jason took his shirt off and threw it onto the ground in disappointment. He knew that he would always regret his last match finishing in a 2-0 defeat and was gutted that he would not be there for the last game of the season. He walked back into the changing room, which had turned into a pit of despair, and sat down with his head in his hands. As soon as he got changed back into his casual shirt and three-quarters he rushed back to his car and drove back home without saying goodbye to anyone, he could not let their last memories of him being soiled by a defeat.