The Beginning of the End
Ryan Ferguson Was Beginning To Feel Out Of Place In Brighton
Brighton, one of the major urban areas of the 'Sunny South Coast' of England. A place of leisure and happiness. A place of growing economic stature, with Whitehawk partially to thank for. The population had quadrupled in the past eleven years, with over six hundred thousand people living in or around the city. The vast majority of these people had become Whitehawk fans.
The summer of 2026 was a hot one, with temperatures reaching thirty degrees Celcius across the United Kingdom. This provoked a number of British families to embark on holiday trips to the south coast, flooding the beaches and bars of Brighton. There was a real party atmosphere around the city which could be found nowhere else in the UK. Brighton had become a hub for tourism in England.
It had been my home for the past eleven years, and I had fallen in love with the place. The peaceful serenity of the ocean-side city, the relaxed culture of the people, and the European weather made the place a truly terrific place to live. The city had given me so much, and had been my home for a third of my life.
I feel any debt I owed to Brighton, I had paid off with my career successes. Under my management, Whitehawk Football Club had grown in to a global super power, and we had just secured our third consecutive UEFA Champions League final. Our consistency at the top level of football in recent years, as well as our spending on local facilities, has brought in a vast number of football fans from across the globe to watch matches at our Whitehawk Stadium. Our city had gained a global audience, bringing in an incredible fortune for local businesses.
My adventures with Whitehawk, and with England for a brief two years, had brought me all over the world. We had played at the biggest of stadia across the globe, including the Santiago Bernabéu, Camp Nou, Allianz Arena, Signal Iduna Park, among others. We have played in front of the largest of audiences in countries of starkly contrasting cultures.
The foreign cultures excited me, truth be told. I loved experiencing new things and, while I could only speak English, foreign languages were music to my ears. Growing up in Liverpool did not give me a proper education of what the rest of the world was like, and I was keen to explore its wonders. I wanted to embrace whatever the world had to offer me.
South America excited me. The year-round party atmosphere, alongside their love of football, was certainly a huge pulling factor for a person of my age, with my interests. Eleven years ago, I would have been interested in journeying to the United States, but Donald Trump's treacherous reign as president had crippled the country.
You see, Brexit had helped towns and cities such as Brighton and Leeds grow, but it had completely disrupted the traditions and cultures of the country. Instead of seeing the country grow, everything appeared to regress. The country appeared to be successful in just one area, and that was football. It was not healthy.
The expectation to deliver trophy-after-trophy grew with every day. The citizens of Britain had grown hungry for continued success in football, due to the decline of every other aspect of life. Brexit had killed Britain, and had applied incredible pressure on football managers such as José Mourinho, Slaven Bilic and myself to perform, year in year out.
My first appointment with Doctor Lucy Benson, my psychiatrist, had made me realise that I had to escape. I needed to be working in an environment where the expectation matched the job, and did not overwhelm it. This could not happen in England. Not with Whitehawk.
But I could not leave yet. I owed Whitehawk, and the city of Brighton, one final season. One final season of battling it out with the top guns in England, and in Europe. One final season of managing the pressure that came with the job. That was all that remained. Once that was over, I was free to manage whoever I wanted, wherever I wanted. This was, in many respects, the beginning of the end of my Whitehawk career.
, yeah it was a huge total sum spent, but well worth in the end judging by our trophy count for the season. Although I don't think Ryan Ferguson will ever have the same influence on football that Der Professor
, yeah I was delighted with the season! It all came to very strong defensive organisation, and then allowing the individual flair of our attacking players do the work. Luckily, our set-piece play had improved dramatically, and allowed us to comfortably dispatch of our major rivals (Manchester United & Manchester City). Hoping for more of the same next term!
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