1st November 2022.
"Wayne, will you call in Matty Fletcher once you're done sorting them prints out? I need a word with him." I asked my assistant and fellow Bradford Park Avenue legend Wayne Benn.
I often reminded myself that the club will never have a better backroom setup in terms of supporter gratification than the pair of myself as manager and Wayne Benn as assistant manager.
Benn had played as a centre-back for Avenue in the early and late 90's and I vaguely remember seeing him play when I came down to Horsfall Stadium as just a fan. His commitment and pride of the green jersey earned him legend status as he led the club to their promotion into the sixth tier.
However I had wanted a word with another Bradford legend in the form of Matthew Fletcher.
Fletcher had guided the club all the way to the Premier League with hundreds of goals for the club, becoming the highest goalscorer in the history of The Stans which included 190 league goals.
He left the club last season to join Ukrainian side Dynamo Kyiv but only appeared 12 times for them, scoring eight goals in the process. I had brought him back after he was released from Kyiv but has rarely appeared in the side all season.
With our season threatening to go down the pan after not a single point was won in October, I knew that I could only rely on one man to help pick up this potentially fatal form in the league.
Benn had left my office door open, which meant that Fletcher didn't have to knock to be granted his entry into the manager's office.
"G'd morning, boss!" Fletcher popped his head around the door.
"Morning, Matty! How are you today?" I asked the striker.
"Yeah not too bad, it's my daughters birthday tomorrow so you know, the family is in a bit of a panic to get her party all sorted out and everything!" He said in his Australian accent. Fletcher had his first daughter five years ago.
"Kids, eh? Who'd have 'em?!" I joked, tapping Fletcher's chest from across my desk. "Anyway Matty, I called you in here just to discuss your future here, particularly for this season."
"Fine by me, boss!" Fletcher smiled, allowing me to carry on with my plans.
"After that disastrous performance against Wolves and all of them before, the team has been long overdue for a switch-up. And if there's anybody me and the fans can rely on to dig us out of the shit, it's Matthew Fletcher." I looked up at the 27-year-old.
"I'm thinking of testing out a new 4-4-2 formation. Y'know, proper Mike Bassett style I know, but since Jurij is ineligible for the Bayer Leverkusen game I want you to go as our lone striker until Jurij is available, at which point he will be your strike partner," I explained to him.
"Yeah, boss, that sounds great. You know I'm more than capable of playing up top on my own!"
"I certainly am, and it will be refreshing for the fans seeing you and Hallahan on the pitch together, scoring and assisting each other's goals! I'm really looking forward to seeing you back in action myself!" I gleamed with a smile on my face.
"Thanks boss, it's really appreciated. I understand most of the lineup is undecided so I won't ask yet!"
"Yeah, but I'm thinking of putting Cabella out on the right in my 4-4-2 against Brentford, with maybe Hallahan on the left? I don't know, I've got plenty of time to decide yet. But thanks, Matthew. That's all I'll be needing you for today!"
"Thanks, Mr Chabukiani. It's good to be back." I held my hand out before shaking Fletcher's.