Three days later and after the team got over the defeat it was the second last training session of the season. It was a tradition to be a staff versus players game, to make it more even all the players had 30 minutes with the fitness coach and had to play in a different position. It didn’t seem to matter much as the players lead 2-0 at half time with Engels playing up top netting both. Alex fired a low shot past Felipe Gedoz in goal to pull a goal back. With seconds left Philippe came up from the back and smashed in a thundering header from a free kick to secure a draw in the game.
A few hours later and Alex was heading into Brugge with Rachael to go to the end of season awards. It was apparently a very drunken affair as the player of the season putting a weeks wages behind the bar, although if Gedoz or Izequierdo won it the bar wouldn’t be open for long.
After a good dinner Alex got up to present the awards. “First up is the team of the season.” Alex read it out and only disagreed with the choice of Claudemir over Vormer in central midfield.
“Now for the young player of the season, any player who started the season at 23 is eligible. In third place is… Felipe Gedoz.” Alex applauded with everyone else and gave him a small trophy. “In second place… Bjorn Engels.” Bjorn got the cheers up waving for more noise as he came to accept the trophy, Alex continued, “and the winner of the Club Brugge young player of the year 2015-2016 is…… Thomas Meunier!!” He was only just eligible for the award but a deserved winner. Alex gave him the trophy and the microphone for him to make a small speech.
Alex looked at the next award. “The Brugge signing of the season, just a winner for this one and it is… Joao Paulo!!” Alex felt the left back was the right choice, he had made the position his own when he was fit. Joao gave a quick speech and handed the microphone back to Alex.
“Now then, onto the goal of the season. It was scored in the Europa League” Alex could see some players working out if they scored in it. He put most out of their misery. “Against Basel. It is Felipe Gedoz for his goal in the home game against Basel.” Felipe again took to the stage to collect an award. He made a quick speech of thanks as his goal was shown on all of the tv’s. It was a nice quick passing counter attack by his side finished off by Gedoz who smashed the ball into the top corner, a worthy winner. Gedoz had also managed to have the top three goals showing his ability to produce the spectacular.
After Gedoz returned to his seat Alex continued. “Now the final award, it’s the big one. Player of the season. It was a tight vote and in third place, it is Thomas Meunier!’ A big cheer went up as Thomas collected his award and thanked everyone. “In second place” Alex continued after the noise had died down. “Another defender, it is with 36% of the vote…. Joao Paulo!” Joao got a big cheer as well and claimed his second award of the season like Meunier.
“Now the big one. The winner of the fans player of the year also won the player’s player award. Would have won the staff award as well if we could give one. Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the fan’s player of the year award and the players player of the season is….” Alex waited to let the tension build. “The captain, Timmy Simmons!!!” A big roar went up as Timmy rose to go up and collect his awards. Alex held onto one so Timmy could hold the microphone for his speech.
“Thanks to all the players and fans who voted for me, I’m honoured to win both of the awards. I’m still going strong for next year.” He had to pause for the cheer. “Hopefully I can preform to the same level and lift some trophies.” On that cheer he swapped the microphone for his award and lifted them both to a big cheer. “One last thing.” He beckoned over a waiter and gave him a credit card “As a thank you the next twenty five thousand euros of drinks are on me.” This got the biggest cheer of the night.
Alex got the microphone back again “Congratulations to Timmy and one final thing before you all dash off to the bar.” Alex saw some impatient looks “Four glasses of champagne, four beers and four vodka’s please.” With that everyone got up to place similar orders.
After a couple of hours where everyone including Alex got more and more drunk Alex wound up near Timmy Simons who was about to have to settle a rather large bill for the drinks. “So is next year going to be your last?”
He thought over it. “I don’t know, the deal does have a extension but, at the end of the season I’ll have to take stock.”
“If it takes you that long then you still want to play. You figure out at a random time that you have to end soon. It will come”
Timmy laughed. “I’ll remember that if I want an extension at 50.”
“I would offer you it if I’m still here, a good leader and a hard worker you’re a great example to younger players. I also have to thank you for not making the age thing awkward when I took over.”
Timmy seemed a bit touched by the first comment. “Thanks. I just want what is best for the club and you seemed like you would be a good manager.”
Now Alex was pleased “Thanks.” He beckoned over a bar man “How much is left on the account?”
“5 Euros so order quickly.”
“However many shots of vodka that will get.” Four shots were given to them and Alex and Timmy downed them. “Now the advantage of being a manager, I don’t have to work everything from tonight off.”
Timmy laughed “I retire then. Anyway I think I have quite the tab to settle.”
“For all the help you have given me I will split it with you.” Alex cut off Timmy’s protests. “It’s Qatar money so I can burn a bit on this and owe you one.”
“If you can lose that I should have gone there.” Timmy said splitting the bill.
“They don’t take defensive mids there. You guys aren’t sexy like us forwards.” Alex paid his part of the bill. “Anyway I will see you for pre season sooner than you will want.” With that they just about managed a handshake before stumbling off to find Rachael and a taxi pretty sure that his head was going to regret his earlier actions tomorrow.
The next day in a very late practice Alex whispered to his team that he expected them to win the league and they whispered back they agreed before they all went to the physio for paracetamol to clear their heads.