I wont lie to you, the wife wasn't pleased. Despite me pointing out that it was her who had helped find my passport she still managed to dish out her full wrath for booking the flight and accommodation without even discussing it. Perhaps the hours that had passed had put events into a starker light. We had no intention of moving to Spain, I could get some coaching job in this country if that's what I wanted but I didn't feel ready yet. My wife was settled, she had a career, we had friends here.

The whole thing was pointless and we both knew it.

After an hour of heated discussion I managed to convince her that I had nothing to lose by going over and hearing what was on offer. Mark had been in touch an was meeting me at the airport, one night and I'll be back by Friday night and we can laugh about the whole thing by the weekend.

7.00am the next day and I'm in the car heading to Stanstead.

The flight delayed by an hour, not the best start to the adventure but you get what you pay for. I felt no nerves, I'd expected to but the more time had passed since the phone call the more this felt like a little holiday...if anyone had stopped me and asked why I was going to Spain I can't imagine anything more ludicrous than telling them I had a job interview at Villareal Football Club.