After very long journeys through Mexico City, Guadalajara, San Luís Potosí, Acapulco and a brief trip through South America (La Paz, Río de Janeiro, Montevideo and Buenos Aires), I tried luck in The Netherlands to fulfil my dream: be a real Football Manager.
I gathered a lot of experience in all my trips through the western continent, but never had the chance to put myself with such seriousness and such devotion into this career.
I met a lot of nice people, helping hands. Referrals were flying everywhere--as far as I remember. Suddenly I had a phone call.
The guy started to speak in dutch, and I kept saying 'ja, ja' after he said my name. After a few awkward silences I recognized the name of a street, then the name of the club and eventualy the words 'football manager'. Fair enough.
I showed up in this club and instantly fell in love with it. Someone received me at the reception, gave me a pen, and said something in dutch, showing me where to sign. I did, I signed. This person left the club in a rushly manner, so I assumed I was the owner now.
No one appeared to state otherwise so...here I am.
Sounds like a good first day at the office.
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