I sat down at my desk and breathed in a sigh of relief.
The meeting with Neville had gone well, other than a slight mishap when I walked over to introduce myself to the wrong person and was told to "bugger off" rather than receiving a welcoming gesture.
Me, Neville and Jack Barthorne, who I found out to be the new chairman of Luton town sat and talked for a number of hours, over a number of coffees and pieces of confectionary.
After a while, Jack said his goodbyes and left me and Neville to discuss what was going on.
"His donkey of a son is marrying my daughter, and I'm paying for the wedding so he owes me a favour. I chose my favour to be getting you a job." Neville explained.
It wasn't how I wanted to get in to management, but it was, indeed, a job.
"Why though? You don't know me." I replied.
"Because of things I've heard. About you, about your character, about your integrity." he smiled as he said this - he was very easy to trust. "I've only heard those things about a few managers, and they're big dogs in the game."
Remembering him saying that brought me back to my desk. I'd been here for a day now, and the players returned from their holiday tomorrow.
I pulled a notebook out of my drawer, and began scribbling away.
