13 Days Earlier…
“I will ask you one more time, and your answer will be final. Will you stay with Angrense, Franjo, or will you go?”
I think for a moment as Borba takes a step back. And then I let out a sigh.
“This decision… would be a lot more difficult if we had a project here, Miguel.” I explain. “But there’s no project. There’s no stability for me here. How am I meant to build a LigaPro squad while I’m looking over my shoulder, expecting my players to be sold over my head?”
Miguel studies me silently, his brow furrowed as he slowly nods. Then he holds out a hand. “I wish you luck then.” He says coldly.
I take his hand and shake it firmly. “You too.” I reply.
As our handshake ends he adds: “Just make sure you beat Cinfães. Your contract runs out at the end of June. You aren’t gone yet.”
“I’ve been gone for months Miguel.” I chuckle. “We’ll be fine.”
He turns away and begins to walk back to the stands. I really do wish him the best of luck. Not for his sake, God no, but for the sake of Angrense. I’ve no idea how it’s only been 18 months but I’ve really come to love this place. The fans, the players, the staff – Well, most of the staff.
But I’d be a fool to overstay my welcome. The time is right for me to move on to pastures new. I wonder whose attention I’ve caught this Season. I’m not sure Bayern will be hammering on my door, but I reckon I should be able to make a decent step up to a bigger club.
I guess we’ll find out in the Summer.
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