Luís Olivera hit the red symbol to finish the call.
The Dutch had been ringing him on and off for the last few hours demanding a quick decision. In lots of ways it was an attractive prospect – a famous football nation with a point to prove on the international stage; a talented pool of players, many of which he knew from his club management career; and a quick route into a national role after resigning his job with Real Madrid. But the England job was available too… and that’s the one he really wanted.
After the summer’s European Championship the Belgium, England and Holland jobs had all become vacant. The tournament had been won by Pep Guardiola’s Spain. Five of the last six major international competitions had been won by the Spanish or Germans, the one exception being Russia’s surprise victory at the 2026 World Cup. But make no mistake about it, those two nations were dominant. Olivera had been thinking about international management for some time and was looking for an opportunity to take them on.
He’d have ideally liked to manage Portugal, but Paulo Bento had done a decent job in guiding them to the semi finals at the Euros. Bento was unlikely to lose his position anytime soon and would probably get a clear run to the 2030 World Cup in Spain.
Of the jobs available, England looked like the best option. They had a new wave of exciting players emerging as more familiar names retired. 20 year-old Chelsea defender Andrew Oliver, 22 year-old Villa striker Dom Ingram and 25 year-old Atletico Madrid attacker Shane Carter were among the rising stars. Luke Shaw, Jack Grealish and Raheem Sterling were the old guard.
He applied for all three vacancies in any case. The first to call were the Belgians, but by the time they did he’d already decided against going there. The golden generation had reached its end and he reckoned it would be an act of alchemy beyond even his skills to turn their successors into a winning team. Then the Dutch approached him… but they seemed to sense he was holding out. They’d given him an hour to think about it. He stalled, waiting for a call from the English FA. An hour passed. The phone rang again. It was the Dutch again. He stalled again. An hour passed. The phone rang again. It was the Dutch again. He told them no.
Agitated, he turned on the TV as a distraction. Had he made the right call? Or would he be left high and dry without a job?
Then he saw the headline flash up: ‘England announce James Beattie as new Head Coach’.
Damn.