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Gary Neville's tablet shot to life in a manner of sounds and flashing lights on his bed side table. He stirred in his bed for a while until it shot to life again. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes while winding his neck, getting rid of the stress that was sat at the back of his skull. He slipped his legs out of the sheets and touched his bare feet on the ruffled carpet.
After a brief while of collecting himself, Gary looked at the tablet. It was Phil, his brother spamming him with messages.
Gaz! Gaz! Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz! Wake the **** up!
Rather than respond and wait for his brother to reply, Gary decided to ring him instead. The sound of the ringing in his ears bothered him immensely and he moved the receiver away from his head to deafen the sound a little.
"You're awake then mate?" his brothers shrill, but giddy voice blared down the phone.
"No, Phil, I'm ringing you in my sleep. What do you want at" - he looked towards the time on his tablet - "5am!?"
"I've got a proposition for you mate. You know the club I'm at, Valencia? Of course you do. Well we need a head coach. How about you move out to Spain with me and create a legacy"
Gary rolled his eyes at his brothers optimism, but he was certainly intrigued. "Are you doing this off your own back?"
"No mate. The owner's said he wants you, and he said he'll put your wages straight into Salford. How good does that sound?"
Gary smiled. That did sound good. He finished the conversation and turned to wake up Emma. He addressed the situation and asked what she thought. She agreed it would be good and that their daughter, Molly would benefit from living in Spain for a while. And that was that.
Gary prepared himself, booked a hotel through Phil, and they set off towards Valencia.