Rebuilding- Phase One
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Emile Heskey: "Hello?"
Dean King: "Hey Emile, it's me. Dean King."
EH: "Ah, it's been a while. Nice hearing from you Dean, what's up?"
DK: "Not much to be honest, not much action down here in Australia. Congratulations on the news by the way, very humble way to go I must say."
EH: "Thanks, Dean. I tried my hardest."
DK: "Listen here's the deal. I understand you've moved back to England now, I was just wondering whether or not you still needed my services?"
EH: "Thanks for the offer Dean but I wouldn't want you to be wasting time on me. I'm sure there's plenty of players needing your services though. Plus, I'm all the way out here in England."
DK: "There's no harm done, nearly half of my clients are in England anyway. So much talent being sold overseas these days, makes me sad as an Aussie."
EH: "Look, it's fine Dean. Don't worry about big old me, I'm sure you'll find another old European bloke that's stumbled onto the A-League."
DK: "Haha it's a f**king epidemic isn't it? I've got you, Del Piero and Gallas on the cards. But I'm guessing I can cross you off the list?"
EH: "Yeah, it's been a journey but we can call it quits now. I'll see you around mate."
DK: "So, you're in the market for a new agent then?"
EH: "Don't say that Dean, it makes me feel bad about axing you!"
DK: No, no, seriously. I think I have the perfect guy for you. He messaged me the other day about young Adam Taggart, you might remember him? Well this guy is looking to represent some people and I reckon you may have heard of him....."
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"Michael James Owen, if I never. It's been too long pal, way too long."
The dimunitive Owen and towering Heskey embraced, just like those many years before.
"Emile mate, you've been having a few too many of those Aussie lamingtons I see, putting on the poundage."
"Shut up Michael, at least I'm tall! You're short, it's easier to see your a fat bastard nowadays."
"Still good old Ivanhoe. Let me buy you a beer. What do you want?"
"You don't need to ask that question Michael."
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The pair sat down at the bar in a pub called The Hare's Foot. It was a small dinky hotel in western Liverpool, and Heskey felt just as home as he did in Leicester. Owen handed him his pint and they sat down, ready to talk business."So Emile, I'm guessing this isn't just a catch up?"
"No, unfortunately not. Wouldn't mind cracking open a beer with you from time to time but duty called. Or, it was calling until recently."
"That's right, you just retired yesterday. I saw it on the tellie, humble stuff."
"Haha that's what everyone keeps saying."
"I liked your little tirade about the Premier League."
"Well it's bloody well true, we should just sell the lot of them!"
Owen looked around the pub cautiously. "Don't say stuff like that here Emile, Liverpool fans just lost Suarez so don't tell them it was a good thing."
But Emile just chuckled. "OK, I'll go easy on the national pride while we sit here with 151 caps between us. But anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. Business."
"Business."
"OK so a little bird told me you were looking to become an agent."
"Well, that got out quickly. I didn't really want people to know."
"Why not?"
"It's complicated. I'm not really up to being a coach anymore. I, just, I just don't feel like doing that you know? I want to represent people, help them get a foothold in this world of money. Besides, everyone hates agents."
"Not me."
"You don't hate anyone! Bloody hell, you don't even hate the trolls!"
"I don't give a rat's arse that's all. Listen, Michael. I want to make a proposition."
"Shoot."
"You and me, together again. I need an agent, you need something away from coaching."
"Emile, listen..."
"No, it's perfect! Owen and Heskey united once more, the tag team of terror!"
"I have a family Emile. I can't just leave and go with you to god knows where."
Heskey grins wildly. "But that's the thing Michael. I'm not going to leave England!"
"OK, I'll think about it. I'll get back to you tomorrow with the verdict OK?"
"OK."
The pair shake hands and go their separate ways. Little did Heskey know that Owen's decision would change his life forever....
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