
January 1st 2009
So it all started on New Years Day. My name is Nicholas Lawton, I am English, ex footballer now retired through injury, and I currently live in Spain.
I woke up at around 10 that morning, checked messages on my phone, just texts from mates wishing me a Happy New Year.
My landline had 3 missed calls, 2 from a mate who had already texted me and another with a number unrecognised by the phone.
I had breakfast with my wife Jessica, we'd been together since just before my career ended, and had moved to Spain because of her.
My footballing career was an honour to speak of, I had 78 caps for England, and had come through the ranks of my favourite club, Leeds United, before I was shipped off to Liverpool after we were relegated, although my love for The Whites has never ended.
I decided to sit down and watch Sky Sports News while on my Netbook which I was given for Christmas. As my netbook booted up I noticed one of the headlines, which read 'Stuart Pearce axed from his England U21 job.'
I was surprised at this, Pearce had done rather well there, not such a great New Year for him then.
My current job was working as Assistant Manager to Unai Emery at Valencia, but I'm expecting to leave soon with the financial trouble Valencia are in.
I was strongly considering the possibility of moving to England for a managerial job, maybe even with Leeds, and I have spoken of my desire to go manage someone.
I decided I was going to apply for England U21s.
January 2nd 2009
I woke up quite early today, mainly so I could get straight down to applying for the job, and so I quickly went through my phonebook, first to Stuart Pearce's number which he had given me while I still played, and to the FA.
First, I quickly dialed Stuart's number, and was surprised to see it answered within 3 seconds.
"Hello?" Pearce spoke first.
"Hello there, this is Nicholas Lawton, don't suppose you remember me?" I tried to sound like i was a big name.
"Of coarse I do Nic, how's things?"
"Not bad I guess, I'm sorry to hear your leaving the U21s..."
"Its not a problem really, I had a bit of an argument so it it was mostly my fault for being silly."
"Yeah, well, anyway, I was phoning to ask you to tell someone while your still there that I want the job." I sounded like I wasn't interested.
"Is that so? Well, you better be serious. I don't want to get into more trouble here."
"No no, I really want this opportunity! I'm about to ring the FA and ask them to consider me. I've spoken to my wife and she is fully behind me." I tried to sound confident.
"Right then... I'll have a word with someone and let them know."
"Thanks Stuart, I'll pay you back some day!" I didn't know how at that time, but it sounded like something that was going to get me somewhere.
"Ok then. Well I'll speak to you later."
"See y-"
He had already put the phone down, so I decided to dial the FA.
"Yes?" A young woman spoke on the other end.
"Hello there, I was wondering If you knew the number to where everything goes on with the England under 21s." I must have expected my voice to be similar, but she had no idea who I was.
"I'm sorry sir, but first I have to know what you want to do there and your details."
"My name is Nicholas Lawton, ex England international, and I'm now in the coaching team at Valencia..."
"Err... Yes.. We have a Nicholas Lawton here..."
I told her why and what I wanted to there and eventually she gave me a number which I quickly jotted down.
So for the third time in about 10 minutes now I dialled a number, this time it took longer to be answered, but I was surprised at the voice on the other end.
"Nicholas Lawton?" spoke a man.
"How do you know my name, but yes that's me."
"I was just called by secretary to tell me I was expecting a call from you."
"Yes... well anyway, I'd like to declare myself a candidate for the job, and I want to apply for it."
"Ok, well your on the list."
List? I thought to myself, Not many could have applied in that short space of time.
"Thanks then."
"Ok, we will let you know on the progress soon enough, B-Bye."
And the line was dead.
I sat there for a second, just looking at nothing inparticular, thinking about what would happen if I actually got the job. Wish me luck!




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