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That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
A HOUSE IN TOORAK, VICTORIA
"Daddy, daddy, come watch me play!"
"I will hun, just let me do some work."
"You're always doing work!"
"I know, that's gonna change soon."
And that was what he wholeheartedly believed. His playing career was over now, and the academy he had founded was falling into more capable hands. He would have enough money to last for quite a while, and his determined wife refused not to work, so everything was in place for him to spend more time with his growing family. All seemed well.
And in that moment, that is what he completely and utterly believed. It only took 3 short knocks to turn his life around.
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"I hope you don't mind me interrupting."
"Oh no, not at all. Mr....?"
"Al Mubarak. Khaldoon Al Mubarak."
"That name sounds familiar."
"I'm the owner of the Manchester City, New York City and Melbourne City football clubs."
"Oh, I see. I think it's best if we took this to my study."
Al Mubarak waved him away. "Oh no, don't worry. I'll be brief, and abrupt. I would like you to become the new manager of the Melbourne City Football Club."
The man was momentarily shocked. Everything he believed in - turned around in an instant.
"Um, uh - I'm not sure Mr Mubarak, really, I mean, I only just bought this house, I need to spend time with family, I -"
"We can discuss this further on my private jet."
"Private jet?!" The man looked over at his wife, who was just as bewildered as he was.
"Indeed, Mr..? Sorry, I've never been awfully good with names, you see."
"Kewell. Harry Kewell."
"Plane departs at 3 pm, Mr Kewell. I'll be seeing you there. Good day."
Al Mubarak let himself out, not that Harry could have done it for him. He was shocked.
"Well," he said, turning to his wife, Sheila. "Looks like I'm going to Dubai."
Chapter 2 - Turning Point
That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
A HOUSE IN TOORAK, VICTORIA
"Daddy, daddy, come watch me play!"
"I will hun, just let me do some work."
"You're always doing work!"
"I know, that's gonna change soon."
And that was what he wholeheartedly believed. His playing career was over now, and the academy he had founded was falling into more capable hands. He would have enough money to last for quite a while, and his determined wife refused not to work, so everything was in place for him to spend more time with his growing family. All seemed well.
And in that moment, that is what he completely and utterly believed. It only took 3 short knocks to turn his life around.
"I hope you don't mind me interrupting."
"Oh no, not at all. Mr....?"
"Al Mubarak. Khaldoon Al Mubarak."
"That name sounds familiar."
"I'm the owner of the Manchester City, New York City and Melbourne City football clubs."
"Oh, I see. I think it's best if we took this to my study."
Al Mubarak waved him away. "Oh no, don't worry. I'll be brief, and abrupt. I would like you to become the new manager of the Melbourne City Football Club."
The man was momentarily shocked. Everything he believed in - turned around in an instant.
"Um, uh - I'm not sure Mr Mubarak, really, I mean, I only just bought this house, I need to spend time with family, I -"
"We can discuss this further on my private jet."
"Private jet?!" The man looked over at his wife, who was just as bewildered as he was.
"Indeed, Mr..? Sorry, I've never been awfully good with names, you see."
"Kewell. Harry Kewell."
"Plane departs at 3 pm, Mr Kewell. I'll be seeing you there. Good day."
Al Mubarak let himself out, not that Harry could have done it for him. He was shocked.
"Well," he said, turning to his wife, Sheila. "Looks like I'm going to Dubai."
