The day I met Dwayne


I said ‘I know who you are, what the hell are you doing here?’


The gut wrenching feeling wouldn’t go away, how could it? I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel, I am cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real, I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, you’re a little late, I’m already torn.

You’re probably thinking why in the hell am I sat in my room at Pikes listening to Natalie Imbruglia’s shit pop song Torn for? To be blunt, that song is me right now, seriously! I am actually laid on the floor stark bollock naked. I do random things like that, but I’m not a weirdo, I’d been sat there for hours. I’m torn because I saw a woman die right before my eyes but did nothing about it. I’m torn about going to the authorities, but would they think I was lying to try save myself from copping for the murder?

Maybe I’m destined to hold this burden for the rest of my life? How will I be able to live with myself? These were the thoughts running through my mind the morning after the nightmare I had about yellow dress.

But we’d had an incredible, if unbelievable season in my first year as a manager at Ibiza. League winners and automatic promotion was well received by the club.

The jackals in the division above will be looking for blood, and would be looking at us as an easy 3 points. It’s up to me and the boys to make sure we put up a battle. I tell Juli just as much ‘If we do go down, then sugar, we’re going down swinging’ He looked confused. I’m sure they don’t listen to Fallout Boy here.

In the off season leading up to my second season at Ibiza and our first in the Primera Division RFEF, I never found out what the RFEF stood for, we had a few players come in and some leave. Bernal on loan from San Fernando told us he didn’t see our squad as strong enough for his own desires so rejected our advances to sign him permanently. The laugh was on him however as he didn’t get signed by any team that season. We also released Pinto, 28 appearances in our title winning season, 24 of those from the bench, as well as Jose Soler who only missed 1 game and was our starting right back. He had attracted interest elsewhere and wouldn’t negotiate a new deal. He eventually signed for Alcoyano who were in the same division we had just won and been promoted from. Progress eh?

They were replaced by Kosovan winger Labinot Kabashi and central midfielder Federico Angiulli. Both would be key players for us that season.

As with most things in my life, I’d get hit with something negative most days, and the day those 2 players came in someone was leaving. Not a player but my assistant Kevin Martinez had agreed to join Real Zaragoza’s reserve. I was bit annoyed by this as I thought we had a good relationship and tried to convince him to stay, but he was having none of it

As Kevin was heading out, the agent that secured me the move to Ibiza, Glenn Jacobs, was making his way into the reception area. I’d not spoke to him for a while before the phone call that woke me from my dream about yellow dress

‘Scott my boy how are you?’ he asked and before I could speak he continued ‘Don’t worry about that snotty little shit, the manager at Zaragoza will give him the boot in 6, maybe 7 months, he’s not worth a damn anyway’

‘But now I’ve got to try and find a new assistant, and I don’t know many people here’ and before Glenn could speak, I carried on ‘I could ask Juli if he fancies the gig?’

‘You’ll do no such thing. I’ve got you a new assistant lined up’

‘Thanks, but surely I should have some say in who’s going to work with me?’

‘Don’t worry, this guy is worth his weight in gold. You’ll know him as well’

As he said that my new assistant walked in and tried to introduce himself, I cut him off and I tried, and probably failed to not sound nervous when I said ‘I know who you are, what the hell are you doing here?’

‘Glenn and I go way back, he knew I wanted to get into coaching and knew you needed a new assistant’

I looked at Glenn and said ‘But Kevin only told us today he’s leaving’ to which Glenn said ‘I knew about it weeks ago don’t sweat it’

‘Well Scott we’ve got work to do’ my assistant said as we made our way to the training ground where I introduced Dwayne De Rosario, Canada’s greatest ever player, as my new assistant manager


Previous chapter – Was it all a dream? (Rykers journey – chapter 7)

First chapter – Rykers journey – A tale of blocked shots, painkillers and shin pads

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