26th June 2016
"Good morning, Mr. Knowles. Glad you've been able to make it today! Must have been a massive trail to come all the way down to the southern coast from Yorkshire! Get here by train?" asked Stewart Donald, the man conducting the interview.
"Haha! Yes, must say I feel jetlagged without even leaving the country! All worth it in the end though, hey?" I sent over an almost passive aggressive wink towards the chairman.
"Lets hope so, ey?" Donald said.
Stewart Donald opened the drawer behind his desk to find an envelope. It was my envelope with my letter of interest and my CV that I sent to him. Donald's letter-opening strategy must have been impeccable as my envelope was opened as if I never even sealed the thing!
"This is the letter that you sent me," confirmed Donald, looking up from the envelope followed by a gruff cough dug up from the very back of his throat. He was a definite smoker. " I couldn't help notice that you were a semi-professional footballer back in the day? Where was that at?"
"Oh, that! To be fair, it's not much to talk about - I spent a few years at FC Halifax before a leg break, used to be a right-winger." I said.
"Aye, football's a vicious game - survival of the fittest. Anyhow, you're not here to be a player. You're here to become manager of Eastleigh Football Club, aren't you?" he said, laying a very imposing question straight at me.
"That is what I am here for. I am here to take your football club to the top."
"Good morning, Mr. Knowles. Glad you've been able to make it today! Must have been a massive trail to come all the way down to the southern coast from Yorkshire! Get here by train?" asked Stewart Donald, the man conducting the interview.
"Haha! Yes, must say I feel jetlagged without even leaving the country! All worth it in the end though, hey?" I sent over an almost passive aggressive wink towards the chairman.
"Lets hope so, ey?" Donald said.
Stewart Donald opened the drawer behind his desk to find an envelope. It was my envelope with my letter of interest and my CV that I sent to him. Donald's letter-opening strategy must have been impeccable as my envelope was opened as if I never even sealed the thing!
"This is the letter that you sent me," confirmed Donald, looking up from the envelope followed by a gruff cough dug up from the very back of his throat. He was a definite smoker. " I couldn't help notice that you were a semi-professional footballer back in the day? Where was that at?"
"Oh, that! To be fair, it's not much to talk about - I spent a few years at FC Halifax before a leg break, used to be a right-winger." I said.
"Aye, football's a vicious game - survival of the fittest. Anyhow, you're not here to be a player. You're here to become manager of Eastleigh Football Club, aren't you?" he said, laying a very imposing question straight at me.
"That is what I am here for. I am here to take your football club to the top."