So I guess you're all hoping for an epic post about how I turned things around at Inter, smacked the shit out of Napoli and brought home the Scudetto... spoileralert, that NOT what happened.
I tried my best to make Inter the side they should be, but early on it became clear that was not going to happen, mostly due to the stupid transferrules that screwed with me at Napoli as well. So before things got any worse I decided it was time to leva with my dignity intact in order to once again find the essence of the game that had made me so successful at Anderlecht.
After a few weeks of unemployment the oppurtunity presented itself to do just this. A team from the true flagship of football: Germany.
The team was Mönchengladbach. It may sound as a crazy step to take, but they were a contender for continental qualification and had around the same economy as my former Anderlecht side, as well as a 50k attendence avrage.
The most exciting part of Germany, except the crazy number of supporters (13 teams over 40k out of which 6 have over 60k) is the total freedom when it comes to nationality of your players. Sure, I can understand countries that have rules forcing you to play a certian number of natives, but when they make diffrence between EU-nationals and other forigners it's just stupid!
Anyway immense scouting comensed and I was psyched to get another great journey on track... then this happened:
I guess you want the whole story behind this... First of all, jeffc, sick of you to predict it! But Mourinho decided to resign after a second spell at Real Mardird, his successor? Slaven Bilic, the man who had led my beloved Liverpool for ten some odd years. I spared no time applying for the job and stating in media that I was interested. The board was obviously not happy about their new headcoach wanting to leave after 6 weeks, so they gave me an ultimatum... after some careful consideration I made a decision, you can probably guess what I ended up doing...
Keep in mind I wasn't sure at all if I was going to get the job or not. The trip to Italy ended up costing me my worldclass rep and icons like Stoiochov was interseted as well.
So how did it all end? I'll let you keep wondering for a while