The High Flying Dutchman: A Return to Football
Sitting at the Clarion Hotel in Trondheim, capital city of Norway, sipping a 20 year old Glenlivet single malt with my wife Candyce and our 9 month old daughter Kayleigh, overlooking the majestic harbour at dusk, the smell of freshly ground coffee lingering in the cool nights air.
Only a year ago was our life the complete opposite of this, we were in danger, we had constant death threats and hate mail from all over Amsterdam and the country as a whole, there were allegations of a match fixing scandal that swept the country that I did not want to be a part of, hence the sudden termination of my contract with the Dutch giants Ajax.
Some reports had suggested that due to my abrupt resignation and the fact that I left the country shortly afterwards with my family, that I was the main suspect in the this whole mess due to the success I achieved in a relatively short space of time with the club coming in as a rookie manager with no experience..
After several months of interrogations from the FA and numerous other associations it was declared that the entire scandal was just a rumor and there was no concrete evidence implicating anyone involved, especially me!
"Fucking tabloids" I thought to myself taking another long sip of my whiskey, looking at my beautiful wife, smiling as we she turns to catch me staring. "I cannot believe we ended up here"