New FMS United Manager Announced
He sat in the car. Palms sweaty, hands shaking. He had never got up and spoken for more than 5 minutes in front of people before today. Now he would have to speak to the members of the media, in what was likely to be a packed press conference, and the potentially thousands watching from home. He wasn't used to this at all. But he had gotten the job as manager of the FMS United. The first ever manager of said club. He would not let down Sir Bobby. Not a chance. He was going to take this team from the depths of League 2 to at least the Premier League, maybe even Europe. He was confident in his ability, very confident. But he just wasn't good at speaking in front of people. He saw his agent jogging over to his car. It was time. He unfastened his seat belt and got out of his Limo. Time to take on the world...
"And now, please welcome, our first ever manager of FMS United. It has been the best kept secret in the history of the Premier League. Here he is.... Mr Nathaniel Mair!"
He walked out into the limelight. He caught whispers of "He could hardly even have left school" and "Boy, he's young isn't he?" from some of the Journalists. He felt his face burning, red hot with embarrassment as he walked to his designated seat and sat down, opposite the Media. He was ready for the barrage.
NM - Nathaniel Mair
J1 - Journalist
J2 - Journalist
J1 - "So, Nathaniel, how does it feel to be the first ever person to be appointed manager of FMS United?"
NM - "It feels absolutely fantastic! I would just like to say how privileged I am to be representing Sir Bobby Charlton, who is a man I really respect and admire! I also would like to assure you that I will bring this club success!"
J1 - Obviously, questions will be asked about whether you have the experience to undertake such a job at the tender age of just 18? Do you think you can prove the critics wrong and show the world that age doesn't matter in Football Management if you have ability?"
NM - "Well obviously I do think I can prove the critics wrong else I wouldn't be sitting here! But I see where you are coming from. However I assure you that my age will have nothing to do with my success or failure in this job. It will be my ability that will be the determining factor and I know I am able to undertake this challenge and make this club a force to be reckoned with."
J2 - "I would just like to briefly ask, how are you going to juggle your school commitments whilst managing this club?" *said with a wink*
*Rumble of Laughter from all Journalists*
NM - Haha, well it could be a problem, you know! Hopefully the teachers will be a tad more lenient towards me!" said Mair smiling.
J1 - Haha, very good Nathaniel, lastly what do you hope to achieve in your time at the club?"
NM - Well there are a lot of things I would like to achieve if I'm honest. However I am concentrating all my energy and mind on winning League 2 and after that we will just take it as it comes"
J1 - "Thank-you for your time Nathaniel!"
NM - "No problem!"
Nathaniel got up and left. He walked briskly through the doors and out into his limo. The Fan Base of FMS United, which currently consisted of one old man who had previously supported Chesterfield, came towards him. He tapped Nathaniel on the shoulder and handed him a note. Nathaniel looked at it, it read :
"Boy, I have faith in you."
Nathaniel looked up quickly but the old man was gone, he had vanished into a crowd. Nathaniel looked over the crowd trying to find the man but could see no sign of him. He turned round and got into his Limo. On the way back to his house though he couldn't stop thinking about the old man, the intrigue of the message, from somebody he didn't know kept eating away at him.He thought about it but was absolutely sure he had never met him, yet there was something familiar about him. Who was he?! He would find out in time. But first he had a squad to assemble...