22 Jun 2046
Eddie Rogers had not impressed with me, and he wasn’t a man to hide his feelings. I had received the full blast of his anger, him having rushed down as soon as he’d seen the latest finance report from the club secretary.
In retrospect, there were a few details I should have cleared with him first.
I had spent over fifteen thousand pounds on international phone calls in my first three weeks. And that was before you count the money to hire a translator.
But I had done what I needed to do.
Thodoris Panagiotopoulis
Laurent Hoffmann
Reza Bayat
Stefan Lang
Andrej Kovac
The five players worldwide who had been desperate enough for a contract that they’d forgotten to enquire which London club I was asking them to sign for, and who would be liable for the shock of their lives when they arrived in July.
But it’d taken a long time to find these players. A lot of rejections, and a very long time. I might as well have been using the yellow pages.
The Chairman was not happy though, and I soon found the phone in my office restricted to UK numbers.
My international free transfer spending spree had still left me a long way short of the other teams.
With only a couple of weeks until the friendly action started, there was still work to do.
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