First Proper Day.
I entered my office to the sound of the birds just waking up. It had just gone 6 am so I was one of the first people to arrive at the ground for a hard days work.
As I scoured through the squad report that Trevor had given me the day before, I decided that a few people would have to be released for the wage bill to be cut down. Our youth team wasn't too great so I thought that making cuts that low down won't really hurt the first team. Only four players caught my eye, Noel Haverty, Andy Griffiths, Lee Nutter and Glenn Walters. The rest didn't seem worth the mere £30 a week we were paying them. It didn't sound like much but it all adds up in the end. I sent out the memo to Paul Oslam, our youth co-ordinator. The memo stated the names that I wanted out of the team. After doing the maths, it still meant that we were £37 per week over our wage budget, but there were no more players to release. Well, without hurting the team anyway. I looked at the first team. Only one player, I decided to put on the transfer list for now and that was striker, Eamonn Lynch.
As I was filling out the papers, my email popped up. It was from Roberto Martinez. He'd accepted an offer for a friendly match at Swansea. The only problem was it was for tomorrow. "I asked for next week!" I mumbled to myself. It didn't matter. I decided that I needed to put together my team and inform them on what's going on, so I made my way down to the training ground.
When I arrived, the lads stopped training. "Come on lads, don't stop on my account. You should be expecting me all the time. I'm not one to miss training. I just had something to sort out." I shouted as I made my way over to Trevor. The lads immediately continued to train.
"Alright boss? What's up?" Trevor asked as I approached him.
"Martinez accepted our offer for a friendly." I said. "Only problem is that it's tomorrow. So we're going to have to leave tonight."
"That's okay. You want me to pick the team?"
"Yeah if you don't mind. I don't really know the lads at the moment. Here." I passed him the transfer document about Lynch.
"Oh dear. The lad's gonna be crushed." Trevor said whilst reading it. "He's only just arrived at the club."
I frowned. "Sorry but I don't think he'll cut it. He's got to go. Last in, first out so to speak." I started walking away. "Let Lynch know. I'm going to sort out our travel arrangements for tomorrow's game."
I looked back to see Trevor taking Lynch to one side. I felt sorry for him but we had to shed some of the wages. | 
