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Becoming The New Special One

Started on 20 June 2013 by FM King
Latest Reply on 21 June 2013 by Glenn T
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It Starts

Once, several silent nights ago, I had the world at my feet. In those glorious years, I was the epicenter of World Football. My every kick, word and breath was scrutinized, yet worshiped. Children across the planet idolized me, for I was their one true God, a harbinger of dreams and fantasies. Fans adored me, and wore my name on their lips. And as I stood there, on the biggest stage of this beautiful sport, within touching distance of the greatest of prizes that football can offer, as I soaked in the adulation of millions, a singular thought coursed through my mind: that it was all too good to be true.

And so it was, for one error of judgment, one lapse in concentration later, the world that I had so carefully pieced together, came crashing down, splintering into a million little bits. The man, who had been revered by so many, was now reviled, mocked and forever castigated. I had cost the nation that I so loved, the glory that it so yearned, depriving it of unbridled joy. In one miscalculated step, I had turned from hero to villain, a silhouette of a man whom people would never forgive. Everywhere I turned, only faces of grief and anger met me. I was a figure of contempt. I was a disgrace. Within seconds, football had shown me the two sides of the coin of life. It had turned its back on me. It was time for me to leave, never look back, and disappear into the shadows…


25th June 2012

5 years have passed since those traumatic weeks. For 5 years, I have wallowed in my own shame and hurt. Not a moment has passed without retrospection, on how different things could have been had I not been so infinitely foolish. I am a nervous wreck, refusing to step outside the confines of my walls, with nothing and no-one for company but my own tears and rage. For several days now, offers have begun to flood my mailbox, with clubs wanting me as a part of their projects, but none of them interest me. I have gone too far down the walk of shame. I cannot relive those moments again…

27th June 2012

As I continue to struggle to pick up myself from my torturous memories, interesting offers continue to come in, with clubs offering me lucrative roles in management. The stories of many of these clubs mirror my life, each experiencing an era of domination before a hard fall from grace. While I have no intention of announcing my return to the footballing universe at the present, I realize that these offers are clearly opportunities for my redemption. Leading any of these clubs to glory would go some way in erasing my hellish past from my mind and raising the opinion of me in the public’s eye. But if I fail, I will fall even further, and from there, I am not sure if I can ever come back…

30th June 2012

I have made my decision. It has been a difficult one to make, and even now, as I stand on the cusp of my return, I do not know if it is the right choice. Throughout the days of my solitary, self-imposed, exile, I have ached to retrieve that winning feeling from the chasms of my heart, and though I know that I run the heavy risk of hurting myself and the hopes of millions, it is a gamble that I feel I must take. The time has come for me to exorcise those ghosts of injustice and blighted hope. For in my heart of hearts, I know, that I too, am a Special One...
oohhh, interesting to see how the new me turns out.

5th July 2012

The day of reckoning has arrived. After several lengthy rounds of talks about my place at the club, and days of speculation in the media, I have agreed to become the next manager at Nottingham Forest, a club with a past of many triumphs, but with a tumultuous present and an uncertain future. In recent years, the club has seen several managerial changes, with none bringing it the victories its storied halls deserve. The chairman and I have decided on a 1-year-deal, and the flexibility of this agreement will allow me to leave should I find the job too overwhelming.

My appointment as the manager of the club has been met with surprise in the press, given the acrimonious circumstances with which I departed from the footballing world. But at Forest, I have only been greeted with warmth and an eager sense of anticipation. I feel, that everyone at this club, from the chairman, to my assistant manager, Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink, to the coaches, to the fans, everyone is willing to put my past behind in search of a brighter future for Nottingham Forest and myself.

At the board meeting, I made it clear that, while I would do everything in my capacity to improve the financial and league position of the club, they should not expect wonders in the very first season, given my lack of managerial experience. Still, I stated clearly that the minimum expectations at a club of Forest’s stature should be to play in the Premiership, and that I would concentrate on the league and do my very best to help it achieve promotion this year. After much consideration, the board agreed to give me a transfer budget £5,300,000 and a wage budget of £350,000 pounds, amounts indicative of the club being extensively mired in debt and being financially unstable, compared to the other clubs of the Championship.

After being unveiled by the board to the media in a rather low-key press conference, I worked my way around the club. Jimmy introduced me to the staff. The coaches, Bill Beswick, Steve Sutton, Paul Barron and Alessandro Schoenmaker, all greeted me with a friendly face and a firm handshake, aware of how I intended to shape the club and restore it to its former glory. As I spoke with them, it became clear that each has his own strong opinions on the tactics to employ with the team. In the near future, the time will come for me to exercise my control over how the team plays, but right then, as I stood before those men, I merely nodded and smiled. I will need these men to rebuild the club.

I was introduced formally to the players, who had begun trickling in after their vacations, many of whom I knew from my playing days. It was pleasing to note that none of them exhibited any sign of distaste towards me, even if they had been withholding their emotions. Seeing them, all raring to go for the season ahead, brought back fond memories of the times I had had with my own club all those years ago. It was then that I truly realized, that what I was about to do, could just be harder and higher than anything I had scaled before in my life.

Finally, it was time for an introductory meeting with the scouts of the club, who gave me a briefing on the players who they felt would add value to the squad. As I still haven’t done any research yet on the players who would add some value to the squad, I was unable to give a proper reply to any of the scouts’ suggestions. There is much work to be done.

A thoroughly eventful day, ended with my first media message. As I exited the Forest building, a journalist from the BBC, obviously having slipped through the security detail, quizzed me with a transfer rumor regarding Lewis McGugan, a highly rated midfielder in the club’s ranks, and that he was a target for Cardiff City. As I stammered, with a clear loss for words, my trusty assistant manager, Jimmy, came to my aid once more, urging me to issue a hands-off warning for the player. As I had no better answer at that time, I took Jimmy’s advice, and reiterated the club’s stand that we had no intention to sell the player.

Now, as I sit in the comfort of my house, I reflect on the events of the day and the people I have met. One thing is clear: football is a mysterious thing. At the same time, it can nourish you, yet destroy you. 5 years ago, football crushed my world. Today, it opens up opportunities for me to rebuild myself and restore a faltering club to its former pride. I can only hope that this time round, I do not let myself down again.
great update King. I wonder who the knew me is. You gonna take Nottingham Forest back to Europe.
6th July 2011

Waking up on the second day of my new job, the events of yesterday still linger in my mind. While a nagging cynicism still persists in a dark corner of my mind, a vast sense of optimism pervades most of me. I am determined to be the best at this. Almost at once, I begin to think up of the formations and the plays that I used during my ill-fated playing days. I plan to go to The City Ground today and begin implementing the tactics I wish to see during pre-season. Nothing can go wrong, I say to myself.

As I arrive at the stadium, the first thing I notice is a large crowd right in front of the entrance. Stepping out of my car, I realize, with utmost horror that the media have come today for the official press meeting, where I was supposed to speak about my feelings and my intentions about the Forest job. I had completely forgotten about this. As I make my way towards the entrance, the press notices me and goes berserk. Reporters spit questions on my face. Microphones block my view. Camera flashes blind me. Ever since the day I disgraced the nation, I had never liked the press for the role they played in my downfall. It is going to be a long day, I grimly note.

As the meeting progresses, I am bombarded by questions about how I feel about the job, the facilities at Forest, and the like. Each question seems like a trap, as if the reporter who asked the question purposely wants me to answer controversially or incorrectly. Thankfully, with Jimmy and my other aides at the side, I manage to answer almost every question as neutrally as possible, trying to stay away from definitive answers that could potentially be used by the media as a rumour about the future of my management of the club. Questions were also aimed at the future of Luke Chambers, my captain, who was rumoured to be unsettled at the club. Again, having no definitive answer about the future of my players, I refuse to comment. Somehow, I negotiate the first press conference of my Forest career.

Having overcome that seemingly insurmountable hurdle, I now set my sights on what I had planned to begin today: putting in motion the tactics that I had in mind. While still in the first week of July, I feel that setting the tone early with a style of play that I envisioned will put the team in good stead as we approach the new season. Assembling the players for a training session, I talk to the players as a group for the very first time. I begin with my experiences as a player, and I tell them of how I felt when my career as a footballer came to an abrupt end (which they were only too well aware of), and how I ended up never achieving the dreams that I had always had ever since I was a child. Then, I begin telling them of how I intend to shape the way Forest plays, to bring joy to its parched fans, and to light up the Championship. Being a fan of the more attacking and pass-oriented style of play, famously implemented by Guardiola’s Barcelona, the Spanish National Team, and to a lesser extent, Arsenal and Swansea, I tell them of my intentions to mold a team that will frighten the opposition, which would dominate the way football was thought of for years to come, and restore Nottingham Forest to where it belonged in the hierarchy of English and European football. I also go on to tell them that, in this process, there would inevitably be people who would not fit in with the style of play that I desired. Evidently, several did not take too well to this rather frank announcement. But despite this apparent gaffe, there is a palpable sense of optimism, and a willingness to work hard. And sometimes, that is all football is about.

In accordance to my bold proclamation about changing the team’s style of play, I sit down with Jimmy and the other coaches, instructing them to put in place my desired tactics and a temporary formation.As I finish my discourse on how I intended Forest to play football that season, Jimmy and the coaches express their excitement about implementing my vision, but also notify me that the team might not have the exact players to replicate the style I had in mind. More specifically, they advise me to look into signing a playmaker and a trequartista, or a false 9 as it is more commonly known, as they feel that the current set of midfielders are not suited to the high pass tempo that I envisioned. I promise them that would be my immediate priority, and set about scouting the playmakers who will shape the future of Nottingham Forest.
Who are you :P? Great writing and I had a save with Forrest, which I won the Npower Championship! I beat City on the first match of the BPL season with a 1-0 from Sharp :P
The new TSO! Should be interesting :P

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