Today was the day, the day I had been waiting for all my life, I had an interview for my first job as a manager. I put on the Armani suit I had rented the day before and drove to the office in Bunbury where they had set up the interview. As I turned into the car park it hit me like a brick wall. “This was actually happening” I said to myself. I was going to be interviewing for a club in the Indonesian Nuswantara League (3rd Tier) called PPSM, yeah I know not exactly a household name but I have to start somewhere.
“So Mr Oliver, you don’t speak the local tongue, will this be a problem do you think?”
“I don’t see it being a problem as I feel I can pick up languages in a short space of time.”
“Being 20 years old will you be able to control the players when most will be older than you?”
“I don’t see this as a problem, I demand their respect and will give it to me ”
“If you do get the job, you’ll be working with slim pickings, is this something you are prepared to do?”
“Of course, I know how it is to be on a tight budget, I was a uni student after all”
“Ok Mr Oliver, thanks for your time, we will get back to you in a couple of weeks with our verdict”