Dear Diary, i know i havn't written to you much before, infact looking at the last page of this the last time i wrote to you was when i was 13. But this seems like a good time to start writing again.

I'm currently sitting in my office at home in Redditch. Yes, i no longer live in Ellesmere Port , i have a job. A job in Football management, no i'm not manager of Manchester United or Liverpool. I'm manager of Redditch United, a small semi-professional club near Birmingham, i've been in charge of the Reds for about 2 and a half years now and i've been promoted from the Blue Square North into the Blue Square Premier.

It took me 2 years to get promotionto this league. In my first season i came 2nd, which meant i was in the play-offs, this isn't bad considering i was expected to come bottom of the league. In the play offs i lost in the final against Boston Utd. In my next season i won the league easily thanks to having Adam McGurk on loan, he got an outstanding 41 goals in 41 matches! I won the league by 24 points.

This season i've been less lucky than that, i'm currently in the relegation zone of this league, but i've hit a bit of form and look to be moving up.

I'm renowned for speaking my mind and having a fiery temper, and this shos looking at the amount of time i've been warned, fined and had a touchline ban. But i'm trying to improve that side of my managent. The press havn't helped at all by spurring me on and encouraging me to say these bad things about officials and fellow managers. However, there is one member of the press whom i have become great friends with, this is Sky Sports reporter, Tom Hooper, he has kept me going when times have been tough, for example when my mother died last year. He also helps me on the pitch, knowing some tactics and players that work well for my team.

Anyway, enough about Football, it seems to be taking over my life. My sister Amy is expecting a child soon and Dad is coping with life without Mum.


Daniel Worrall.