A tale for the future

Is Gerrard still in the game as a coach or a manager?

Coach at Notts County

We're currently on 5th of December. I stepped out of my luxurious Maseratti, approaching the training facilities. I called up an important team meeting.
"Alright boys. Listen up. We managed to pick up the pace, winning nine out of our last nine matches. We also qualified from the group with six wins. Now, the hard works begins. We need to step up our game considerably, as we'll face much stronger opposition in the knockouts."

Leon Goretzka, the captain: "Alright boys, we all heard Cristian up. Lets make sure we do everything we can to win the cup and qualify for Champions League next season."

Gordillo stepped up: "We can do it guys. If we stick together and unite, we can do anything we want."
I bobbed my head, and left for my office. I ran a quick eye through the BPL standings. We were seventh with 23 points with two games less than ManUTD who were standing first with 40 points. Winning the title semmed quite impossible, considering the point difference.
I grinned sarcastically for some reason. We defeated United 5-4 on penalties in a 1-1 draw on the Trafford, in the Capital Cup, yet if we wanted to prove something, we'd have to defeat them in the league.

Our results were great. 5-2 against Arsenal on the Anfield, 1-0 against Chelsea again on the Anfield and finally 1-1 against Arsenal in London, winning 4-3 on penalties. A very long month ahead, but fortunately Nieto is back. Unfortunately, Gordillo is out for this month.

Brilliant work cris.

It was already winter. We were sitting on 6th, and were 3rd in our Europa League group. I saw that the France coach was sacked, and then I gave a call to my left fullback, Mesquita:

"Hello?"
"Fabian, its me. Cristian"
"Sup boss?"
"I heard about the France job. I was wondering if you can give me Blanc's number. I know he lead France before"
"Yeah. Dial up at 505-303203"
"Gotcha. Thanks"

I quickly left for Anfield. As I entered the building, the board sanctioned an immediate meeting: "Well Cristian. You're below par. We don't like the way you're handling the team. Consequently, we're fining you your salary for three weeks."
I smashed my fist in the table: "WHAT?!"
"You heard us. You're supposed to bring Champions League football, yet you're 6th in the table, not to mention you might fail to achieve Europa League knockouts."
"W-.. That's not fucking fair. You gave me five years on the contract, and you're supposed to give me time. Picking up a dreadful squad won't turn into a world-class one in a few months."
"Are you calling your own club dreadful?"
I shook my head negatively. "If you want to fire me, fire me. I'm going for France."
"As you wish. You're stripped off your Liverpool head-coach position. Good luck in the future"

I left the board room in fury, and sent an application to the French FA.

I entered the FFF's building, holding my file. I stared behind me, watching my Maseratti in the distance. I sighed. As I approached the board's room, a short black Frenchman approached me: "Oui?" "Bonjour. I'm Cristian. I applied for the job, but I can't find the room I'm supposed to-.." "Oh, oui, oui. Follow me." I grinned. He directed me to the room, and I stepped inside confidentely. I stared at the touch-screen projection the FFF had for their national pool. Its 2025 after all. Fucking technology.

"So you're Cristian, right?" "Yeah." "Alright. We went through your record and we are pretty impressed, even though you didn't win anything major." I nodded. "So, we decided to give you a chance. You got two years to prove yourself. We expect you to win the Confederations Cup, and reach the Semis of the World Cup. We're currently 4th, after the previous manager had a dreadful performance." "Alright."

I shook their hands and that was it. I was now incharge of the French squad ahead of the Confed Cup and the W.Cup. They also gave me the keys to my apartment in the heart of Paris. "Ah, c'est magnifique." What a beautiful apartment. Jacuzzi, 50'' LCD.

Woah. Well that's Liverpool's loss and France's gain :p good luck with France mate

I quickly made a name for myself around the French press. The team was playing very well, and everything was blending. Our results could speak for themselves, considering we were on a complete roll :

We started out with winning a fair share of friendly matches, but World Cup Qualifiers were right around the corner. So we stepped right in the action. We defeated Croatia 3-1, with Sarr, Diarra and Lenny Nangis banging in one goal each to bring us the three points home. Afterwards we went on to face Andorra, where Ongenda returned to bag a hattrick after two years of international absence, and Kurt Zouma to bang in a beautiful header. Two games, two wins.

Confederations Cup approached. We were picked in a group with Argentina, Egypt in the USA. My heart was beating to fast, it was all a tremendous experience. I was so nervous. We started with Argentina. It was a very balanced match, and it ended 0-0. Afterwards, we went on to face the USA, where we put four past their keeper, Diarra, Vanitou, Sarr and Lacazette banging one each. Finally we defeat the Egypt 2-0 with a great double from Liam Owino.

So we're through to the semis to face a very strong Brazil side. My heart was pumping, I couldn't sleep for days now. Everyone played great, except Ongenda, who costed us the final. It was up to him to bang in the last penalty to bring us to the final. He failed. Brazil capitalized on that and we were sent to fight for the third spot. We had to face the USA again, and we won 5-2. Owino and Pogba each had 2 goals, and Yaisien had one. I was disappointed, as I had to reach the final.

Imminently, I resigned. It was a great one year spell, but France wasn't a country I enjoyed living in. I preferred the british culture, so I went back to London in my expensive apartment.

resigned already?? Oh man you had a great run though and I'm sure the French will remember you...where to next?

Can't integrate nowhere

"It's 2025 after all. Fucking technology."

Best line in the entire story, definitely.

Great work with France, too bad you resigned. Let's see where you head to next.

Who gets your Paris apartment though?

I decided to take a break from the world of football. The money I earned until now got me a good vacation in the Bahamas, with my wife. Its time to get my mind together and decide what to do next. Will a return be on the cards? Before going on the trip, I received a few faxes regarding managerial jobs. Who do you think popped up?

Liverpool!

Nice pic by the way

SHOCKER. Cristian Cazan has been appointed, for the second time, the manager of Tottenham Hotspurs. Close sources claim that he decided to re-join the team after the poor performances and years Tottenham had gone through. Also, the board decided to give him FULL CONTROL over transfers, salaries and squad.

Cristian Cazan, aged 39, is from Bucharest Romania. This would be the second spell for him, after winning the FA and the Capital One cup in 2023, finishing 2nd, but also winning the community shield in 2024. He has built a great record of 13 winner medals, ten of them being from his 5 year spell at Steaua. Indeed, what a talent.

Another shocker. Rumours claim that, after rejoining the club, the Tottenham Hotspurs owner Luke Newton, is set to buy two players, as a gift for Cristian. Luckily, we know who's he talking about.

RICO RITTER, and LEONARD BAR are to join the club for a combined fee of of 30.500.000$. Ritter will be on a 200.000$p/w until 2029, while Bar will be on a 49.000$p/w until 2029. His relationship with both players is incredibly good, and Cristian must surely be glad those two players have rejoined him.

Damn it, Tottenham. Will still follow though