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Emily Disaster banged her head on her desk. She wished she had a chance to hit the gym and beat the tar out of a punching bag….
She had just met the current coaching staff and was appalled by the lack of professionalism in the club… How does a club allow an assistant coach as play for the club as a striker? Or employ a head scout that couldn’t even judge if a roach was worthy of the underside of a shoe.
She showed the entire staff the front door and began reaching out and offering staff positions… They were not great hires, but far better than what was currently mucking up the operations.
She attempted to hire a fitness coach, a second scout and a third coach for the training grounds, but was stonewalled by the powers that be. Surely one day she could persuade them to open the purse strings, but today was not the day to fight that battle.
Her new staff….
Roger Ashby -Assistant Coach, he’ll be replaced by the time the club makes promotion, no doubt about that.
Bob Boyd – Coach, not a glamor guy, but will get some training done
Kevin Donovan – Coach, decent on attacking skills and teaching those skills
Dave Pemberton – Head Physio, can’t ask for a better hire at this level.
Mal Liptrott – Head Scout. There were better guys, but they laughed when I offered them a contract.
Emily headed to the training ground and after watching the team work out and a scrimmage, she felt a little better, the team had a core of solid players, but there was a glaring need at Left Back, as in not one player is able to play the position. She should be able to find a player or two on loan.
She headed back into her office to figure her next move and get ready for her first friendly match against the Stoke reserves in 5 days time….
