David (or Boris to those who know him well) sat patiently outside the Chairman's office at Whaddon Road.
A million thoughts were running through his mind - 'I don't normally get called in on a Monday night... I wonder what's going on... Is it good news about the stadium? Is my budget going to be increased? I just hope it's not what I dread to think it is....'
The door opened, and Nigel (the chairman) stuck his head out. 'Boris, we're ready for you.'
David walked in, albeit hesitantly. He could sense this was not going to be good news. Nigel had a friendly but stern look on his face whilst the newly appointed Director of Football, Colin Peake, looked over with a sympathetic glance:
'David, as you'll be aware, last season the team under-performed and were perilously close to relegation' began Nigel. 'We know that you are loyal to the club and the players, but some of them take your kind-heartedness for granted and don't put a shift in on the field.'
David knew where this was going, but nodded. Nigel was right, he had let certain players have the benefit of the doubt far too often. Now the chickens were coming home to roost.
Colin interjected; 'David, it's not as if we suddenly don't like you - we do, but we badly feel that change is needed especially at this precious time in our history. I have to concentrate on getting the new stadium delivered, and with a small fan-base at present I have to jump through so many hoops before the council will consider our business plan. The fans need to come back and, to put it short, they don't believe that you can bring us the success we need.'
David put his head in his hands - 'it's over' he thought to himself.
David readjusted his position and looked at Nigel and Colin. He still respected them as friends but this was still a shock.
'I guess that I should have seen it sooner' commented David. 'You are right - I have been too loyal to certain players who've not delivered the goods and for that I apologise. I won't make a song and dance, and if you have somebody in mind to replace me then I can only wish him the best of luck.'
David shook hands with Nigel and Colin and left the room.
Nigel looked at Colin and said 'Colin, we have to get it right this time. This club needs the fans back and I'm desperate for us to have the success we deserve - we need to challenge Cheltenham Town for the mantra of the number one side in Gloucestershire. We need a manager who is young, bright, vibrant and won't suffer fools gladly. A manager who will praise the lads when they've won 3-0 and blast them with verbals when they are 3-0 down. No more softly softly, no more Mr. Nice Guy... Colin... get me Simon Price on the phone!'
Meanwhile, on the border between Gloucestershire and Wiltshire, Simon Price was about to tuck into a well deserved meal after gym and 5-a-side training. It was a mild June night, and Simon was considering a few pints of Magners down in the local pub with some friends. He cut his salmon steak and was about to eat the first mouthful when the telephone rang...
'If it's that sodding PPI guy again, I will ram his phone up his back passage!' muttered Simon. He picked up the receiver.
'Simon, this is Nigel Hughes from Gloucester City Football Club.'
'Oh, ummm, hello Mr. Hughes' said Simon, quite taken aback, 'what, ummm, can I do for you?'
'Well, we know that you've been a fan of the club for many years and that you've done your coaching badges and have also received advice from two well-respected UEFA Licenced Coaches in London. Also, you've not been shy in offering advice to our former manager Boris from the stands...'
'Wait a minute.... former boss?'
'That's right, Simon. As of ten minutes ago David is no longer in charge at Gloucester City Football Club. We urgently need a change of fortune and a young, dynamic manager in place who can take this club up the ladder and hopefully into the Football League within five years. That's why, Simon, we want to offer you the chance to manage Gloucester City Football Club.'
There was a brief pause
'Simon? Are you okay there?'
'Yes, it just came as a big surprise. I would be delighted to accept your offer and hopefully we can discuss terms shortly?'
'That is brilliant, many thanks indeed Simon. I shall inform The Citizen and BBC Radio Gloucestershire about this and we will meet at lunchtime on Wednesday at Whaddon Road to go through things before we push you into the limelight and introduce you to the team.'
'That sounds fantastic, thank you very much indeed!'
Nigel put the phone down and hi-fived with Colin. 'We've got our man!'
Colin smiled and said 'He's certainly an interesting character, let us hope that he can fire the boys up for this season.'
Simon also smiled to himself - he was about to become a Football Manager...
TO BE CONTINUED...