BIHOREL
What Dreams Are Made Of…The Little Stories
By Raphaël Scott
What Dreams Are Made Of…The Little Stories
By Raphaël Scott
21st June 2013 – Starting from the Bottom
Gallia CO Bihorel, Club StatementOfficials at Bihorel wish to put an end to speculations over the club’s future and reassure the fans by assuring that we are doing the best possible to make them proud of their team and their town. That is why, after weeks of careful and serious research, days of rewarding interviews with a shortlist of estimable candidates, and hours of worthwhile talks between the members of the board, we can proudly announce that a new manager will lead the team through the upcoming season. Raphaël Scott, takes function immediately, replacing Bruno Mignot who we thank for a decade of dedicated work and wish good luck to in future experiences.
We believe this is the best decision to revitalize the club following years of disappointing and frustrating results, and we have full confidence that Bihorel will soon be able to challenge again on the regional scene. Brighter days are not far off, so fans, come and show your support at the week-ends. We promise: fantastic times are close.
We believe this is the best decision to revitalize the club following years of disappointing and frustrating results, and we have full confidence that Bihorel will soon be able to challenge again on the regional scene. Brighter days are not far off, so fans, come and show your support at the week-ends. We promise: fantastic times are close.
Henry Brillant, Bihorel fan
Sounds like we are aiming to win some kind of silverware, directors must have gone completely nuts, or is it just the author of this statement having some banter? “Fantastic times are close”, do they mean we are going to win the Christmas challenge cup again? Last proper title we won was over 10 years ago, and I call it a proper title but won’t mean much to all you PSG, Marseille or Lyon fans. June 2001, we were crowned champions of the League of Normandy, which granted us access to the CFA2 (5th tier). They say that’s where real football starts. When you reach this level, you can start dreaming, dreaming of going all the way up, becoming professional, playing in Ligue 2, maybe in Ligue 1. Some have made it, Arles-Avignon, Evian Thenon-Gaillard, they worked their way to the top from the CFA2. For our part…we went back down in 2003 and since nothing has been quite right at the club.
Now we trade our ways in the Division D’Honneur Régionale de Normandie, Poule A, a glamorous section of the French seventh-tier. Dreams of playing in the French’s first division are far gone, and right now we must focus on getting back into the regional’s first tier. In fact, in recent years multiple financial difficulties have threatened the mere survival of GCO Birohel. The chairman constantly repeats that there is not to worry, but the truth is that a club, which was so important to the local community up till the early twenty-first-century, is now rapidly dismantling and on the verge of extinction. Important cuts are imposed on the youth teams’ budget each year so it is no surprise that all the youngsters in town go to neighbouring clubs, including arch-rivals: FUSC Bois-Guillaume. And the senior players have been constantly changing every year. We cannot guarantee them good enough training facilities and coaches, so they only stick around for a couple of seasons or so before looking for some better place.
Taking all this in account, I must say Bruno Mignot did a fantastic job to keep us away from relegation all these years. Going down to the eighteth tier would have been a disaster: we’d have lost the regional council’s grants, no chance the club was surviving that. I guess Bruno was fed up with the job, cannot understand why the board would get rid of him otherwise. Unless they have found some kind of sorcerer, a man who will build from the scrap and get us moving forward without any financial guarantee, training facilities or power to attract players. And who is this Raphaël Scott anyway?
Now we trade our ways in the Division D’Honneur Régionale de Normandie, Poule A, a glamorous section of the French seventh-tier. Dreams of playing in the French’s first division are far gone, and right now we must focus on getting back into the regional’s first tier. In fact, in recent years multiple financial difficulties have threatened the mere survival of GCO Birohel. The chairman constantly repeats that there is not to worry, but the truth is that a club, which was so important to the local community up till the early twenty-first-century, is now rapidly dismantling and on the verge of extinction. Important cuts are imposed on the youth teams’ budget each year so it is no surprise that all the youngsters in town go to neighbouring clubs, including arch-rivals: FUSC Bois-Guillaume. And the senior players have been constantly changing every year. We cannot guarantee them good enough training facilities and coaches, so they only stick around for a couple of seasons or so before looking for some better place.
Taking all this in account, I must say Bruno Mignot did a fantastic job to keep us away from relegation all these years. Going down to the eighteth tier would have been a disaster: we’d have lost the regional council’s grants, no chance the club was surviving that. I guess Bruno was fed up with the job, cannot understand why the board would get rid of him otherwise. Unless they have found some kind of sorcerer, a man who will build from the scrap and get us moving forward without any financial guarantee, training facilities or power to attract players. And who is this Raphaël Scott anyway?
Raphaël Scott, Bihorel manager:
So here it is, my first official contract as a manager. Is that where the dream starts? Not a dream job for sure, but a job still. I’m the lucky one to get it. Not that there were loads of candidates fighting for it. It was four of us. We all met with director Anthony Boulay at the beginning of the week. He gave us details about the job, then we all had to present our ‘football philosophy’. Two of the guys had prepared PowerPoints, I thought I’d lost it then. I had not prepared at all, just put a nice suit on, brought my CV, and invented myself a few previous experiences as a football coach in remote and faraway places. To be honest, I did captain a 6-aside team in recreational league at uni. I was organising training sessions, choosing line-ups and giving half-time talks, so I don’t think it’s too big of a lie. It is just a better version of reality.
I left university four years ago, equipped with a diploma in History and Sociology. What was I going to do with that? Went back to my parents’ home. Since I have been trying to make my money various ways, the one I favour is betting. People will tell you I have what you’d call ‘an addiction’. I like to think of it as a passion. It is true I have not been making any profit out of it, but I’m not losing as much as some of the other guys. So, I continue, hoping one day I will come-up with the crazy winning scoresheet. Then, when I’ll be crowned Betting King, I won’t have to work anymore for my money. I’ll continue with the manager’s job though, if I don’t get the sack before, but I won’t have to juggle with several professions to sustain a living. Right now, I’m going to continue with my day job at the shopping centre, my weekend job at the kids outdoor camp, as well as giving a hand to my father with his photography exhibitions, and obviously, I’m not stopping the betting either.
Won’t stop me from giving my all for Bihorel, and really the job doesn’t look too demanding to me. We get a couple of two-hour training sessions per week and eventually a match at the week-end. I am meeting with the squad tomorrow, most definitely going to make it clear who is the boss now. This is going to be fun.
I left university four years ago, equipped with a diploma in History and Sociology. What was I going to do with that? Went back to my parents’ home. Since I have been trying to make my money various ways, the one I favour is betting. People will tell you I have what you’d call ‘an addiction’. I like to think of it as a passion. It is true I have not been making any profit out of it, but I’m not losing as much as some of the other guys. So, I continue, hoping one day I will come-up with the crazy winning scoresheet. Then, when I’ll be crowned Betting King, I won’t have to work anymore for my money. I’ll continue with the manager’s job though, if I don’t get the sack before, but I won’t have to juggle with several professions to sustain a living. Right now, I’m going to continue with my day job at the shopping centre, my weekend job at the kids outdoor camp, as well as giving a hand to my father with his photography exhibitions, and obviously, I’m not stopping the betting either.
Won’t stop me from giving my all for Bihorel, and really the job doesn’t look too demanding to me. We get a couple of two-hour training sessions per week and eventually a match at the week-end. I am meeting with the squad tomorrow, most definitely going to make it clear who is the boss now. This is going to be fun.
Georges N’Goumé, Bihorel player:
Just received a text from Bruno. Told me the club have unexpectedly released him from his contract…I really don’t get what is happening in this place, an accumulation of bad decisions over the past 10 years, and that’s probably the worst of them all. This club once had a dream, that’s why I joined, I was convinced by the dream. We were playing in CFA2 back then, but that’s such a long time ago. Things have not gone good and the directors have not done anything to make them better. I have stayed faithful to the club all these years because I still wanted to believe in the dream, now I recognise I have been foolish. I’m 33-years-old, my time has passed, but it’s maybe not too late to get a taste of something else, not a dream, real football. But for this I must leave, now.