This is a tale for the future. We're in July, 21th July, year 2024. No, there are no spaceships and no flying cars yet, but England's as shady as always. How did I end up here?
"I wanted to know the world, after my career as a professional player ended, I decided to take over the reigns at Steaua, and hell what a good job did I do. From 2013 to 2016, Steaua won it all, consecutive league titles for a span of four years, backed up with an impressive homegrown squad, and four Romanian cups, but I then decided to step it up. I took over Romania, where I decided to stay for two short years. I stepped my game up for the world cup, where we did the impossible, we reached the knockouts, only to be kicked out by an incredible Spanish squad. I felt miserable loosing 1-0 to the Spaniards, so I decided to move out. Didn't win any silverware there, but hey, life goes on.
The same year, I took over Norwich, and did nothing impressive. I flopped completely. We were the 15th team in the table, so I quit my job. Its funny.. I was desperate to get another job in 2020. What did I do? I applied for international soccer again, England and Ukraine. The brits's egos were too high, and they laughed off my interest. So I ended up at Ukraine, where I managed to set a great, attacking phylosphy based on counter attacks and clinical finishing. The Romanian experience repeated. I was kicked out not by Spain, but by Belgium, 3-2 after extra time in the Euro knockouts. What happened? I quit the job.
So, I returned to Romania for a short span, at U Cluj. From battling relegation, we managed to reach 6th spot in only ten matches. I was extremely pleased, but it was time to move on. I wanted to keep going, and coming to help a team that was fighting relegation in a country like Romania, could do nothing but damage. BUT, I made sure that Mario Gaman was the one to take over. Now, what happened? Hehe, well, UCluj are the champions for the 2023 season.
Shortly after, more specifically, next year, I took over Tottenham Hotspurs. What a brilliant squad I had. Brilliant throughout. Lloris, old but phenomenal, the great Alderweireled commanding my defence, Bale on the left wing and Rondon upfront. But who were my stars? Nicholas Nieto, oh, what a player. Phenomenal, a mega-star, yet so under-rated by the world wide soccer fans. In my views, he had the world at his footsteps. Besides him, Gordillo. Oh, what a player.. My favourite right winger. What a pace, what a dazzling skill, incredible.
Now now, lets get back to the story. As I took over the Spurs, I was facing a terrible race for Champions League football. I failed it though, despite reaching the semis in the Euro Cup, kicked out by a great Liverpool side, I finished 5th in the league. The board was angry, and they were ready to kick someone out. Luckily for me, the fans stepped in. So I managed to keep my job. And next season, I made history. We once again progressed to the Europa League, where in the semis were again, unluckily, kicked by the german side Dortmunt. Long story short, the season was phenomenal. The great distribution of Nieto, the goalkeeping of Lenin Garcia and the dazzling skill of Gordillo secured us the 2nd place and the Capital One cup trophy.. Fans were cheering, players too. But deep inside, I felt anger. Why was that? I still don't know. Maybe cause we lost the title to Man UTD on a two point difference. "
For now, this is my story.
"I wanted to know the world, after my career as a professional player ended, I decided to take over the reigns at Steaua, and hell what a good job did I do. From 2013 to 2016, Steaua won it all, consecutive league titles for a span of four years, backed up with an impressive homegrown squad, and four Romanian cups, but I then decided to step it up. I took over Romania, where I decided to stay for two short years. I stepped my game up for the world cup, where we did the impossible, we reached the knockouts, only to be kicked out by an incredible Spanish squad. I felt miserable loosing 1-0 to the Spaniards, so I decided to move out. Didn't win any silverware there, but hey, life goes on.
The same year, I took over Norwich, and did nothing impressive. I flopped completely. We were the 15th team in the table, so I quit my job. Its funny.. I was desperate to get another job in 2020. What did I do? I applied for international soccer again, England and Ukraine. The brits's egos were too high, and they laughed off my interest. So I ended up at Ukraine, where I managed to set a great, attacking phylosphy based on counter attacks and clinical finishing. The Romanian experience repeated. I was kicked out not by Spain, but by Belgium, 3-2 after extra time in the Euro knockouts. What happened? I quit the job.
So, I returned to Romania for a short span, at U Cluj. From battling relegation, we managed to reach 6th spot in only ten matches. I was extremely pleased, but it was time to move on. I wanted to keep going, and coming to help a team that was fighting relegation in a country like Romania, could do nothing but damage. BUT, I made sure that Mario Gaman was the one to take over. Now, what happened? Hehe, well, UCluj are the champions for the 2023 season.
Shortly after, more specifically, next year, I took over Tottenham Hotspurs. What a brilliant squad I had. Brilliant throughout. Lloris, old but phenomenal, the great Alderweireled commanding my defence, Bale on the left wing and Rondon upfront. But who were my stars? Nicholas Nieto, oh, what a player. Phenomenal, a mega-star, yet so under-rated by the world wide soccer fans. In my views, he had the world at his footsteps. Besides him, Gordillo. Oh, what a player.. My favourite right winger. What a pace, what a dazzling skill, incredible.
Now now, lets get back to the story. As I took over the Spurs, I was facing a terrible race for Champions League football. I failed it though, despite reaching the semis in the Euro Cup, kicked out by a great Liverpool side, I finished 5th in the league. The board was angry, and they were ready to kick someone out. Luckily for me, the fans stepped in. So I managed to keep my job. And next season, I made history. We once again progressed to the Europa League, where in the semis were again, unluckily, kicked by the german side Dortmunt. Long story short, the season was phenomenal. The great distribution of Nieto, the goalkeeping of Lenin Garcia and the dazzling skill of Gordillo secured us the 2nd place and the Capital One cup trophy.. Fans were cheering, players too. But deep inside, I felt anger. Why was that? I still don't know. Maybe cause we lost the title to Man UTD on a two point difference. "
For now, this is my story.