The door to the chairman’s office slammed shut behind them. Justin and Herr Lipp sheepishly walked the corridor in silence, down towards Lipp’s own boxroom of an office. Not a noise was made until they were back inside. Justin wrinkled his nose. He always did in here. It smelt slightly damp, with a hint of industrial-strength bleach. He didn’t think […]
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“Is that…is that Fernando Torres?”. It was rude to point but Justin was doing it anyway. He and Herr Lipp had wandered down to the training ground, a glorified set of fields baked hard by the summer sun, after breakfast. Justin wasn’t one to socialise but Lipp was very insistent that they at least ‘take fluids’ together before work. A […]
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“I am sorry Justin. The board just decided to go in a different direction.” Justin gritted his teeth and nodded. He’d spent the last three season here in Leipzig. Working hard for Lokomotiv as assistant manager to Wolfgang Wolf. Hard years for the English assistant out of his comfort zone, but rewarding years. He’d collected some badges, made a name […]
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