July 1st, 2013: Interview Time
I closed by browser window, the face of Phillip Cocu at his exit conference still following me around the room...Maybe that em-mail wasn't a joke...I reluctantly pushed myself out of the chair, and stumbled to the kitchen in a half-sleeping stupor. Instinctually, I made a coffee for myself, head in the clouds; Why would PSV want an unproven Englishman as their manager? I'd barely managed to coach Under 15s back home, and i'd only moved here because...well..I dont actually know why I'd moved to Holland, but it must've been for a reason...what if this was that reason?
The sharp click of the kettle boiling brought me back to earth, and, clutching my life-juice, I headed slowly upstairs to start getting ready....3 hours to interview time.
Just as i pulled on my suit jacket, my phone started to ring
Hesitantly, I answered the call, but before I could even say a word, a gruff voice on the other end started speaking
"Mr Young, your car will be at your home in 3 minutes; I suggest you're ready...the board dont like to be kept waiting
And with that, the call ended. As instructed, I waited outside, and 180 seconds later, a sleek black car turned onto my street, gliding to a halt right in front of me, and the driver opened the door, gesturing for me to enter, which I did.
Once inside, the car was moving almost immediately, and the driver turned to look at me, shaking his head slowly
"So, you're Phillip's replacement are you? Pfft. I've always said the board don't know what they're doing...
I just looked at him, knowing inside that he was right..."I'm just going for an interview..I dont even know where they found me..."
"Just going for an interview? Well yours is the only interview, so i'd probably get used to the fact you're about to be handed a squad of players who don't have a clue who you are