I finally could sit down and say “I am a football Manager”
The last few days have been crazy. After living in Norway for the past 10 years I was finally moving away. I was going to miss Norway and hoped to return one day. Growing up in England I never wanted to leave my home town, but as always in life, things change.
People have been coming over to me all day as I did my shopping - Is it true Paul, are you going to Iceland?
“It is true, the chance of a lifetime came to me in the strangest way” I explained to Steven, the local butcher. I had walked in for some farse I brød, mouthwatering food that reminded me of home made burgers, but without the salad. I loved shopping there; you could smell the fresh meat, you could see the pigs hanging in the back waiting to be ripped and sold, the chunks of steak on the tables waiting for the knives to slice them up. The smell hit you as you entered and I loved it.
“I was finishing my coaching badges in Oslo a few weeks ago when I met the agent that the Norwegian FA assigned people to help us find work. We spoke for a while and he took my number saying that I have been watched during my coaching training and a couple of people wanted me. I could not believe it, I thought he was just trying to be nice to me.
No clubs would want to take a risk on me surely” I continued to explain to Steven.
Steven looked really interested and I was shocked, people has asked a lot about me leaving Egersund but no one had actually spoken to me about it in such detail, he asked me to continue.
The agent asked me if I was interested in going to Iceland, I told him my Icelandic was poor but of course I would love the chance. My agent asked me to meet him at the Icelandic FA, my mind started to wonder, who wants me, do they want me as a coach, assistant manager
or could I be getting the chance of a life time and going straight into management? I arrived at the Icelandic FA, it was beautiful. Standing outside was Soal, my agent. He came and greeted me with a smile - come on Paul, they are waiting. I ran along with him, inside were two men who introduced themselves as chairman of the Icelandic FA and the other one as Oscar Olafsson, the chairman of IBV. I could not even pronounce the clubs full name. We entered long talks and it turned out both wanted me. Iceland wanted me to be the U19 manager
and IBV to be the new manager
of the club. I couldn't believe it, this was a dream come true.
I left the meeting as the New Iceland U19 manager
and the Manager
of Íþróttabandalag Vestmannaeyja who I would from now on call IBV I explained to Steven.
Steven was laughing, - this is amazing, will you come back and visit and explain how you are getting on? Can this butcher become a Norwegian link to the club?
I couldn't help but to laugh back, my 1st real fan! But all the hard work was about to begin. I returned home, walking in with a smile on my face. My wife met me with a hug, and asked if I wanted coffee. I shouted yes as I ran upstairs to start packing, the excitement was to much for me and I had to spend energy on something. Even though I hated packing I found myself standing there with boxers all over the bed and a complete mess in the suitcase. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that we had a full week to get sorted, so no need to stress. I went downstairs to drink my coffee and relax with my family for a while, still with a smile on my lips. This would be a great journey, and a great change.What will happen in the life of Paul Wandless, the football manager?