Finally the time came around that we were allowed to see Emma. Walking up the steps to the intensive care unit was a slow and agonising procedure.
When we finally reached her, my pounding heart dropped suddenly. There she was, looking battered and bruised, with tubes hanging out of her. A horrific sight for anyone that loved her to see. Even Dad cringed.
I looked down at her leg. I looked awful.
"What the hell happened to her leg?" I asked with a slight shrill to my voice.
"She'd managed to trap her leg under the seat when the plane crashed and it broke. We had to manipulate it back into place." The nurse said.
Manipulate it? I thought to myself. In other words they had to snap it back into place.
I sat with her the whole day until my phone went off. It was Trevor. I left the hospital and phoned him back.
"What's up?" I asked as Trevor answered the phone.
"I just wanted to keep you up to date with what happened in our game against Dundalk."
"What happened then?"
"We won 6-1. Fernandez got four!"
"That's good."
"Aren't you pleased Boss?"
I suddenly felt a huge rush of anger overpower me. "Have you forgotten where the hell I am?! I'm at the hospital in which my wife is laying unconcious in a damn hospital bed! Now you tell me should I be happy that my club just put 6 past a crappy little team from a league lower than us?" Dad must've heard me, he came running over and snatched the phone off of me. He apologised to Trevor and told him I'd phone him later.
I stole the cigarette Dad was smoking out of his hand and took a long drag as he sat next to me.
"I'm gonna quit Dad." I said, still smoking his cigarette.
"I didn't raise you to quit son. Hell, I've never seen you quit. I remember when you were 17 and you broke your ribs, you still played on for 70 minutes. Plus when you broke your ankle, you still tried to play for an extra 10 minutes until you realised the pain was too much! Why now? Sure, Emma's in hospital but you can't do anything about that. The only thing you can do is go back to Ireland and win every Goddamn trophy available to you for her and make sure she wakes up to the conquerer of Ireland!"
I finally broke into a smile. "Quite an impressive speech there old man." I said with a slight laugh. "But you are right. Tomorrow I go back to Ireland and back to Dublin where I will mean business.
I went back up to Emma's room, gave her a kiss and said goodbye before leaving for home to get some kip before I got on the first flight back to Dublin.
When I finally arrived back in Dublin, the players all gave me their sympathies, even Alex had managed to learn I'm sorry in English.
When training came around I called Trevor into my office.
"First thing's first. I'm sorry that I went off on one with you yesterday." I said as he sat down. "Now that's out of the way. Here is a list of players I want for this team." I handed him the list of players that I wanted him to sign.
Luke McCormick, 23 - Plymouth goalkeeper.
Steven Canning, 23 - Queens Park winger.
Ross McCormack, 20 - Motherwell winger.
Tristan Plumber, 17 - Bristol City stirker.
Michael Coulson, 18 - Barnsley striker.
"You shouldn't have any problems getting them. I've already cleared some of the funds with the board and there's a few players there that will be allowed to leave for free. I'm counting on you Trevor."
Trevor smiled, nodded and left the room. He seemed excited at the prospect of a fresh challenge for the title. It was gonna happen. I could feel it.
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