As you may be aware, we have moved. For the good. Maybe not the good of the world. But the good of me. Find our new story here. There is something scary, devastating and deep bubbling below the surface.
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It's 6.59. Phew. 'Beaten the alarm again. In a minute though, the slow, controlled and yet thoroughly disruptive beep would be regurgitated from the small black box in the corner of my room that was currently just emitting a dark red glow.
Great. I thought. As the cacophony started to build up. 10 minutes later and I was finally pulling myself out of bed, resisting the temptation to hit snooze and instead decided that now would be the best time to relieve myself, after all, there was a long day ahead of me.
The next big choice I was forced to make? What to wear. Do I go for the smart, but casual 'knows what he's talking about but doesn't need to show it off' look; the tracksuit, that basically tells everyone you meet that you're a footballer through and through and you'll do whatever is necessary to get the job done; or does day one call for the full blown suit: elegance, charm and knowledge.
It had to be the suit, I decided, just a couple of minutes later. Eventually, I settled with a two-piecer: a simplistic dark grey jacket and matching trousers, with the centre piece, a striped grey tie, with a brilliant emerald trim. Yep. I’m pleased with this one. I thought, as I mulled over the prospects in my head.
I’d only met Lenegan in person twice before, and both times I’d had the same sort of impression: calm, articulate and wise. A man who really knows his stuff. He can keep things quiet, keeps the fans on side (for the most part!) and, most importantly for me, has a long term plan for his club and knows how much investment it’ll take to get there.
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First Day at the Office
It's 6.59. Phew. 'Beaten the alarm again. In a minute though, the slow, controlled and yet thoroughly disruptive beep would be regurgitated from the small black box in the corner of my room that was currently just emitting a dark red glow.
Great. I thought. As the cacophony started to build up. 10 minutes later and I was finally pulling myself out of bed, resisting the temptation to hit snooze and instead decided that now would be the best time to relieve myself, after all, there was a long day ahead of me.
The next big choice I was forced to make? What to wear. Do I go for the smart, but casual 'knows what he's talking about but doesn't need to show it off' look; the tracksuit, that basically tells everyone you meet that you're a footballer through and through and you'll do whatever is necessary to get the job done; or does day one call for the full blown suit: elegance, charm and knowledge.
It had to be the suit, I decided, just a couple of minutes later. Eventually, I settled with a two-piecer: a simplistic dark grey jacket and matching trousers, with the centre piece, a striped grey tie, with a brilliant emerald trim. Yep. I’m pleased with this one. I thought, as I mulled over the prospects in my head.
I’d only met Lenegan in person twice before, and both times I’d had the same sort of impression: calm, articulate and wise. A man who really knows his stuff. He can keep things quiet, keeps the fans on side (for the most part!) and, most importantly for me, has a long term plan for his club and knows how much investment it’ll take to get there.
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Anyway, I’m off to meet Ian and the rest of the team now. Despite the nerves, that feeling of anticipation is a tough emotion to mess with, and I really cannot wait to sink my teeth in with this group of players.
Anyway, I’m off to meet Ian and the rest of the team now. Despite the nerves, that feeling of anticipation is a tough emotion to mess with, and I really cannot wait to sink my teeth in with this group of players.