Prologue
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”, blurted Ed Woodward, the Executive Vice-Chairman of Manchester United. He and his boss Avram Glazer had been drinking in a bar in New York, when Avram excused himself to go to the washroom. He returned after forty five minutes, and although Ed had half a mind to go look for him, both of them were pretty drunk and Ed had no intentions of leaving the comforts of their personal booth. When Avram returned, he was sweating profusely. “Its all gone wrong Ed, I fucked up, I fucked up big time”, said Avram dabbing the sweat beads on his forehead. Ed looked at him confused and concerned and asked his boss what had happened. Before answering Ed’s question, Avram picked up his glass to have another sip of Chivas Regal’s Royal Salute. Ed stopped him and asked him again, “Boss I think you have had enough for a day, and please I would like to know why you are looking so tensed?”. “I fired him, I fired Jose”, said Avram with a grave expression on his face. “Hah, you got me there boss, for a second I thought you were serious”, chuckled Ed. “I AM SERIOUS”, said Avram, his voice raising, “I’ve fired him on a video call and I have sent an official email about it confirming the news to every possible person”.
“Why? Have you thought of the repercussions? And who will manage the club now?”, asked Ed worriedly. Avram was getting increasingly irritated with what he had done and he was barely controlling his anger, “Of course I haven’t thought of the repercussions or else I would’ve never done something so stupid. As far as managing the club goes, I’ve already appointed someone for that”. Ed looked puzzled, “Please don’t tell me you met Van Gaal here and you have reappointed him, the fans would skewer us and roast us like a turkey on thanksgiving”. “No its not Van Gaal, its not anyone I know, I met this guy in the washroom, we got talking, and the next thing I know I called up Jose and fired him”.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”, blurted Ed Woodward, the Executive Vice-Chairman of Manchester United. “Sorry for being so direct boss, but you cannot just hire some random stranger as the manager of one of the best clubs in the history of the sport, our shares will drop immensely, the board will crucify us and don’t even get me started with the fans”.
“I know, I know what’s going to happen to us and the worst part is I don’t remember half of our conversation. God what have I done?” Avram drank the scotch in one sip, but he knew that was not enough to make him forget what had happened.
“Anyways, what’s done is done. We will have to do a bit of damage control now. Don’t worry boss we got through hiring Moyes, we will get through this as well. By the way, what is the name of this mystery manager?”, asked Ed. With a voice hung low, Avram replied, “Some Indian guy named Gaurav Vaidya”.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”, blurted Ed Woodward, the Executive Vice-Chairman of Manchester United. He and his boss Avram Glazer had been drinking in a bar in New York, when Avram excused himself to go to the washroom. He returned after forty five minutes, and although Ed had half a mind to go look for him, both of them were pretty drunk and Ed had no intentions of leaving the comforts of their personal booth. When Avram returned, he was sweating profusely. “Its all gone wrong Ed, I fucked up, I fucked up big time”, said Avram dabbing the sweat beads on his forehead. Ed looked at him confused and concerned and asked his boss what had happened. Before answering Ed’s question, Avram picked up his glass to have another sip of Chivas Regal’s Royal Salute. Ed stopped him and asked him again, “Boss I think you have had enough for a day, and please I would like to know why you are looking so tensed?”. “I fired him, I fired Jose”, said Avram with a grave expression on his face. “Hah, you got me there boss, for a second I thought you were serious”, chuckled Ed. “I AM SERIOUS”, said Avram, his voice raising, “I’ve fired him on a video call and I have sent an official email about it confirming the news to every possible person”.
“Why? Have you thought of the repercussions? And who will manage the club now?”, asked Ed worriedly. Avram was getting increasingly irritated with what he had done and he was barely controlling his anger, “Of course I haven’t thought of the repercussions or else I would’ve never done something so stupid. As far as managing the club goes, I’ve already appointed someone for that”. Ed looked puzzled, “Please don’t tell me you met Van Gaal here and you have reappointed him, the fans would skewer us and roast us like a turkey on thanksgiving”. “No its not Van Gaal, its not anyone I know, I met this guy in the washroom, we got talking, and the next thing I know I called up Jose and fired him”.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”, blurted Ed Woodward, the Executive Vice-Chairman of Manchester United. “Sorry for being so direct boss, but you cannot just hire some random stranger as the manager of one of the best clubs in the history of the sport, our shares will drop immensely, the board will crucify us and don’t even get me started with the fans”.
“I know, I know what’s going to happen to us and the worst part is I don’t remember half of our conversation. God what have I done?” Avram drank the scotch in one sip, but he knew that was not enough to make him forget what had happened.
“Anyways, what’s done is done. We will have to do a bit of damage control now. Don’t worry boss we got through hiring Moyes, we will get through this as well. By the way, what is the name of this mystery manager?”, asked Ed. With a voice hung low, Avram replied, “Some Indian guy named Gaurav Vaidya”.