Well done Bobby!
“My wife made me join a bridge club. I jump off next Tuesday.” – Rodney Dangerfield
“Football widows” is a term more commonly used in America than anywhere else about a different game, but I could understand why some women feel like they have taken second place to the national game of virtually every other country in the world.
Not so Amanda, it seems. We had a nice enough time together before the Brentford match but with me having a football club to run that was ostensibly trying to win a few matches, there wasn’t a lot of time for relationship building. Yet she said she didn’t mind.
For those who demand unflinching loyalty and commitment to club from the manager – which is to say, every single fan I’ve ever been aware of – that’s okay. For me, though, being married to my job is now the way I roll.
The game is hard on relationships. And, relationships can be hard on the game.
I saw Amanda again, quietly, the evening before we hit the road again. This time, it was for dinner, and she’s quite easy to look at.
She’s a model and also a trained nurse before she went into her other career and as such, I could understand people wanting to stay an extra night in hospital just to look at her even if they aren’t sick. I think I’ve mentioned that she’s an eyeful.
I could get used to her, in fact. That would not be a difficult decision at all.
That said, the furor from the newspaper picture died down a bit and that was a good thing because after the Cup tie I had some pretty disappointed board members. Gartside sent me a commiserating “rough luck” message after the match but we both knew the club wanted to spin a few extra pounds by reaching the later rounds if at all possible.
Early in my tenure, bad results like the Brentford match are embarrassing and not good for job security. It was a match we really needed to win, as strange as that might seem, because too many more results like it will mean I’ll have all the time I want for spending around Amanda Caldwell.
I tried to avoid Kim Pickering, as well. That was a bit odd, given the little sparks that seemed to fly from her in my direction only a few days previously. But I thought it was for the best. She seemed easily offended, to be fair, and that was not an ideal circumstance for me to be around especially with a fellow club employee.
As a result, it was a good thing to be able to concentrate on a trip to Yorkshire to face Leeds. The expectation of focus from the players at training was a given after the nature of the Brentford loss and thankfully for the players, they gave it to me.
Spooner does most of the nuts and bolts work with training, but the more I get to know the squad the more likely I am to take on certain parts of that training myself.
I already handle the strikers personally and so far that has been a good thing. Right now I’m just staying out of Mason’s way because he’s in form, and that’s also a good thing.
But the message I really want to send to these players is that a high level of play and concentration is the minimum expectation. We’re going to lose matches from time to time and that’s a given. But if there are breakdowns and capitulations like we saw against Brentford, that’s something I have to nip in the bud.
The loss itself isn’t the issue. How the loss came about is something that can’t be repeated.
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