Tuesday the 25th of June, 2013.
I was led into a room overlooking the pitch. The beautiful mountainous landscape provided the perfect backdrop to what could become my first genuine break in football management. My journey here had been a visually pleasing one: a 3 hour drive across the French border, through the snow-topped mountains, from my apartment in Turin.
"Take a seat," said a visibly aging man, "my name is Alain Fessler. I'm Chairman here and I understand your experience as youth coach, as well as your success in the interviews with the Directors of the club. After considering a wide range of things including your experience, your aims for the club, what you said in the recorded interviews and other candidates - we've come to the decision that you're the best man for the job. However, in order to safeguard the interests of the club, we're only willing to offer you a one-year contract. Is that something you would be interested in, Mr Moretti?"
"That's definitely something I'd be interested in, Mr Fessler. I'm very happy to have been chosen as the best candidate for the job."
"Good, I'm glad we've come to such a swift agreement upon the length of your initial contract. On the other hand, we're glad to tell you that due to the solid financial structure we have here at the club, we're able to offer you a healthy wage of €1,900 per week. How does that sound?"
"That's a very promising initial wage, and a sum I'd be more than happy to take in return for managing this great club."
"Fantastic news," announced a smiling Mr Fessler, "we're all very impressed with your record and the way you've handled yourself. My assistant, Miss Dumont, will bring the contract to you shortly. Have a safe trip home to collect your things and say your goodbyes, the squad report back on the 2nd of July."
I was led into a room overlooking the pitch. The beautiful mountainous landscape provided the perfect backdrop to what could become my first genuine break in football management. My journey here had been a visually pleasing one: a 3 hour drive across the French border, through the snow-topped mountains, from my apartment in Turin.
"Take a seat," said a visibly aging man, "my name is Alain Fessler. I'm Chairman here and I understand your experience as youth coach, as well as your success in the interviews with the Directors of the club. After considering a wide range of things including your experience, your aims for the club, what you said in the recorded interviews and other candidates - we've come to the decision that you're the best man for the job. However, in order to safeguard the interests of the club, we're only willing to offer you a one-year contract. Is that something you would be interested in, Mr Moretti?"
"That's definitely something I'd be interested in, Mr Fessler. I'm very happy to have been chosen as the best candidate for the job."
"Good, I'm glad we've come to such a swift agreement upon the length of your initial contract. On the other hand, we're glad to tell you that due to the solid financial structure we have here at the club, we're able to offer you a healthy wage of €1,900 per week. How does that sound?"
"That's a very promising initial wage, and a sum I'd be more than happy to take in return for managing this great club."
"Fantastic news," announced a smiling Mr Fessler, "we're all very impressed with your record and the way you've handled yourself. My assistant, Miss Dumont, will bring the contract to you shortly. Have a safe trip home to collect your things and say your goodbyes, the squad report back on the 2nd of July."
