The Memores Pt. 3
I had closed my journal for a bit and was reading the letter's on my desk. 3 job offers all back in England - Southampton, Wigan and Newcastle. All team's not interesting me. If I had the letter from Southampton not 2 months ago I would have gone along to the interview but not now. I'm still surprised they are in the Championship. The where in the Europa League Final 2 years ago and where on course for another Top 7 place. I don't know where it went wrong with them but that's not my problem. Newcastle where fighting off relegation and their squad was in no fit state, Ashley has destroyed that club. Setting the letters down I turned back to my journal and I read on.
The teams end of season awards ceremony was a great evening with Dele Alli and Van Dijk picking up the awards. It then happened I was getting ready to make my speech and was waiting for Pete to finish his and he then said it "It is with great displeasure and regret that I have to tell everyone this now considering I haven't had a chance to speak to the man himself but the board and myself feel after the clubs progress over the past few seasons we want to take the club in a new direction and we do not feel the current Manager can take us in that direction." There was silence in the room now the music had stopped. I could feel all the eyes in the room turn to me but I kept staring at Pete, he wasn't looking at me he was forcing himself not too. At this point Alli nudged my arm and whispered in my ear "You can't leave boss." Mumbling back I replied "It's not my choice mate."
I got up took the misses hand and we walked out of the room to the sound of Pete continuing his speech and saying that Mark Hughes was taking over as manager. However I was being applauded as I was walking out the room no one was listening to him. The next few months where a bit of a blur I took two months off away from everything and we went travelling around Asia from Diving in the Great Barrier Reef to exploring Tokyo and Singapore. We came back and there was letters from teams all over the place offering me a job most after researching after not getting my reply had gone with other managers apart from Uruguay. I got in contact with the FA there and next thing you know I was on the touchline in my first match as an international manager. We where currently sitting in 4th place in the World Cup Qualifying places the last spot available. I had to re-call Luiz Suarez from international retirement as by god did the team need some quality up top. We had a menacing front 3 of Suarez, Cavani and Abel Hernandez with Ramirez playing a supporting role.
We rose quickly from 4th to 2nd and stayed there level on points with Chile who where on fire playing very dominate football. Argentina and Brazil had faded off in recent times due to poor form and the chopping and changing of managers. The last game in the qualifiers was against Chile both of us going into this game knowing the winner would finish first. The game kicked off and we started well with our attacking trio running rings around their 3-man defense. We went in at half time 2-1 up with Suarez grabbing both the goals and Alexis Sanchez getting the goal for Chile.
The second half was nail biting stuff, they had changed formation to 5 at the back and where trying to hit us on the break. We held firm however running out 3-1 winners. We finished 1st and considering we where expected to finish around 5th in the play off place I was extremely happy. We went out and celebrated late into the night. Floods of job offers came in but I rejected all wanting to concentrate on the World Cup before I thought about anything else.
We set up games against Nigeria, USA and Scotland all team at about the same level as us to set us up for the World Cup. Our Group Draw draw saw us go up against Italy, Japan and New Zealand. We where predicted to make it out of the group stages but that's as far as we would be expected to go. We finished the Group stages 2nd losing to Italy but beating Japan and New Zealand both 2-0. We where then drawn against Brazil and we lost 2 players to injury in this game but we still won 1-0. Making us progress but then have the daunting task of playing Germany. The game finished 2-2 and we went to a nervy penalty shoot out. It was the Germans at penalties they should win this easily the commentators would of been saying. However the Germans had an off day and we won the penalty shootout 5-3 with our captain, our talisman Suarez scoring the winning penalty to take us to the semi-finals which was against Spain who had just beaten Chile 5-1.
The day came round and Spain lined up I had never looked at the squad but their lined up was Griezmann I thought he was French. I later learned that he had changed nationalities to Spain as he had never been called up by France. The game started off and in 10mins we where already 2-nil down thanks to quick goals from Isco and Rodrigo. We went in at half time with Ramirez scoring from a Free Kick in the 38th minute. We came out in the 2nd half and we instantly got a penalty with Inigo Martinez bringing down Cavani in the box. Martinez was adjudged to be last man and was sent off. Cavani picked himself up brushed himself down and prepared to take the spot kick. There was silence around the stadium, Cavani started to run up and he smashed the ball past the flailing arms of De Gea. The stadium erupted into noise. We had equalised and the momentum and man advantage put us on the front foot. We started to pepper their goal with shots and crosses never letting up. The breakthrough came in the 80th minute a neat passing move in front of their defence opened up for Ramirez to bag his 2nd of the game with a lovely curling effort into the top left hand corner. That was it we where in the final. We did have late scare from a late Spain charge on our goal but we where able to clear the ball away after a siege of corners.
The final was against Poland, the current World Champions. On their journey to the final they had beaten teams like England, Argentina and France. It was the biggest game of my life, this one and the game against Middlesborough in the Play-off Final. Poland where expected to win this game but it would be a close game with odds on for the winning margin to be 1 goal. I lined up with a make shift defence of Estomba-Godin-Coates-Gaston Silva. All of them are firstly Centre back's but luckily two of them can play completely across the back line which was a god send. We started off well playing good football but the game was was evenly matched. Our closest chance was a neat 1-2 between Suarez and Hernandez but finished with Hernandez hitting the bar. The Poles closest chance was Lewandowski's long range effort that crept just over the bar. We went in at half time with the scores at 0-0. I didn't shout at the lads or moan at them I just sat there and let them talk between them. They knew what I was expecting of them and what the fans expected. They ran out together as one, Poland where already lined up but they looked nervous and worried, The lads sensed this and I shouted out to them to get stuck in. We started off the 2nd half at a high tempo not letting them have a moments rest and we where starting to dominate starting to get more and more shots off but Szczesny was standing firm. He had become a great keeper after he left Arsenal. Then it happened one quick break away from Poland and they had scored. Lewandowski with the goal. I'm not how it happened one minute we where attacking and then next the ball was in the back of our net. We had 20 mins to sort this out fast. I chucked on Christian Hernandez for an extra Striker meaning we had 5 attackers on we piled the pressure. With all the pressure Poland had to crack and they did a quick move down the left wing saw Suarez cross the ball for Abel to head home to pull it level with 5minutes left of the game. We ran back with the ball and where all standing ready to go again. The Poles looked exhausted and dejected. They kicked off and tried to hold onto the ball but couldn't and soon again we where attacking again. That was the trend for the next 5 minutes, then came extra time only 2 minutes. We had to score from somewhere. We had 30 seconds left of the game and we had a corner, I sent everyone forward even our Goalkeeper Muslera, The ball went into the box and all I saw was the ball hit the back of the net and our players run away celebrating.
I had to close the journal, the memories where bringing tears to my eyes, it was also 6pm and I should of been home almost an hour ago. I will read the rest later. I walked out of my office looking at that little replica trophy as I left and closed door behind me with a huge smile on my face.