Chapter Eleven
Leicester City, Derby County, Walsall, Sunderland, Brighton. Derrick Smythe’s applications with all these teams had been unsuccessful and sent back to him.
He cleaned up his apartment from the night before where Walton had stayed after they came home from Blackpool versus Crystal Palace at Selhurst Park.
Smythe’s Seasiders had triumphed over Walton’s Palace but they went home happy to have Smythe back.
He had been in London two weeks and had been glad to come back. Finland was a learning curb, and all though the club had choked in the second half of the season, he had learnt a lot.
One thing he had learnt, was that he loved football management. That is why he was desperate to get back into it. Even in those hard times he had loved every second of it.
He spent another week at home, unemployed, he had nothing to do again. He tried changing that but it didn't work to well. He went to a couple of games, watched lots of them but nothing happened.
He was ready to give in to his old life of unemployment but it wasn't to be. When his phone rang, he checked to see who it was. Walton. He answered it. “Hey bud,” he said.
"Derrick, Crystal Palace have sacked Ian Holloway, why don't you apply?!" he said.
Smythe laughed. Of course Walton would have the latest on Crystal Palace. “Ok, that sounds like a great job! I will email my application,” Smythe told him. Walton was a massive Palace fan, a season ticket holder, now he had the chance to lead his friend’s team.
It would be an interesting combination, managing his best friend’s team. Maybe Walton could be his assistant, but Smythe chuckled to himself about the thought of that.
“Seriously, Derrick. Are you there,” he said,
“Yeah.”
“You should. You know football, you played it internationally. You’ll have me for advice,” he laughed. “But you have the talent. Seriously, those Vappi players or whatever they’re called, they didn’t care. Palace players do, you can do well with them!” Walton lectured.
“Ok ok I will Walton, but remember they might not want me,” Smythe tried telling him.
“Yeah I know but it would be great if you were the manager,” Walton replied and they both hung up.
Smythe printed a copy of the application and sent it to the Crystal Palace owner and chairman. They emailed me back saying they had received my application and would read it. He was happy that Walton had called him because this job suited him well.
Hopefully they didn't take too long and he wouldn't have to live his life of umenployment for a nother week but he didn't mind. It was another job coming around.
He went for a run around the park, happier than ever. He was about to get back into football management! Well, at least he hoped.