It was a day since my official introduction as manager of the USMNT. I’ve spent most of the last few hours on the phone, talking to all kinds of people. Journalists, former internationals and MLS representatives. All have been really kind to me wishing me luck.
However, like always, controversy was imminent. I had opened my laptop, made myself a lunch and sat down. It didn’t long before I opened up an article: ‘We don’t respect our soccer team!’
I was intrigued, because I really didn’t know what to expect. As curious as I am, I opened the article and got greeted by a beautiful opening picture. Mumbling “Here we go” as I quietly scrolled down.
We don’t respect our soccer team!
Article written by Charles A.
Yesterday the USSF has announced the appointment of Roselynn LeFleur as USMNT manager in what can only be described as the biggest joke of the year. With no experience whatsoever, you can only ask who is responsible for this choice. Roselynn LeFleur has no reason to be manager at all. The decision to hire her as U20 manager in the first place was laughable, but it was acceptable. To be putting her in charge of maybe our best generation of football players is mind-blowing.
I had read about 5% of the entire story when someone knocked on my door. I walked to the door to see Maddie waiting in the hall. “OMG Rosie, congratulations. This is amazing. How are you feeling right now. Good right, right,” Completely stunned with her happiness I froze a little bit. “Say something Rosie” “Oh yeh sorry, It’s amazing. Absolutely fantastic.”
We talked for a little while until I heard someone else knocking on the door. “You expecting someone, Rosie” Maddie asked. Slowly walking to the door I told her I wasn’t. I opened the door and to my surprise it was Abby.
“Abby, what are you doing here. We haven’t spoken in forever.” Which is true, we talked for a while after the whole ‘Charles-incident’, but after I left for Poland we stopped talking. “Exactly, we need to catch up, you know. Something amazing just happened.” Abby kept rambling on for a while until she noticed Maddie. She introduced herself and started rambling again, this time she was stopped after a quick look at my laptop, where the article was still on the screen.
“You might want to close that, you shouldn’t have to read that.” I didn’t reply and looked confused. “Charles is at it again.” That’s when it all clicked. Charles A. is the Charles, the Charles who quite honestly might’ve been the worst person I’ve met in a while. “Didn’t even realise that. Look it might not be easy to block stuff like that, but you have to. Do it for me, for your sister and for everyone else who does believe in you.”
She was right, of course she was, she is always right. It’s annoying you have someone like that in your life, but it’s very nice at times as well. This was one of those times. She continued: “Look Roselynn, I know this may be weird, but I’ve got a new job recently and I want to interview you. I know you don’t do that many of them, but please let me, do me a favor.”