Hopefully you enjoy this series because its new to me - and I don't really know what I'm doing - but the idea is for me to turn my FM saves into short stories...
Turning Heads.
I sat there in my spiny chair thinking "what the actual ****?"
Four days previous to my expletive laden out burst I was unemployed and, more importantly, heart broken. My professional career was over at the age of 24 because of a Joey Barton leg breaker at Fratton Park - I needed someting new, something exciting!
Gianfranco Zola had just been sacked as Watford boss. The Hornets were being beaten week in, week out in The Championship; it wasn't pretty - depressing really. And then it came to me:
That new and exciting thing was that very job.
Four days later I sat in plush yellow spinny chair thinking "what the actual ****" as I sat intently watching the players train and fidling with a hole punch...
'Defense Push UPPP!'
It was a mess, a bloody mess! Troy Deeney cried on a daily basses; Almunia didn't even try to catch the ball and in two days time we faced Manchester United in the FA Cup 3rd round - my debut match!
I set about drilling the players on defensive shapes, offensive movement and corner routines but I soon relised it was futile - I returned to my spiny chair.
The only way forward was back: from that moment on I didn't give Troy Deeney's breakdown another thought. After all I did have a football club to save!
Matchday Delight?
We were the lambs and Old Trafford was the slaughter house, well that's what everyone thought, but I had over ideas.
Never before had any side played 6 defenders and 2 defencive midfielders; someone had to be first? My plan was to make Watford be more dirty, more boring and more resilient then before (there was nothing I could do about Troy).
We were welcomed onto the pitch by jeers and chants of "Can we score ten more" but they soon shut up.
87 minutes had passed and Man Utd's closest chance was a Fellani clearance; this one was going to a replay surely!?
But I made a rash desion.
Troy Deeney came on for James Tomkins. Make or break time.
Another two minutes passed. 1 to go!
And then it happened. Rooney was one on one with Almunia. My heart sank; my eyes closed and then it went quiet - Rooney had skied it!
Brimming with confidence Almunia thrashed the ball down field to Deeney. He turned and shot from 45 yards - two seconds later I was on the floor weeping like a lost child.
Manchester United 0-1 Watford FT
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