" Aslinn Martin? Bonjour, it's Didier, Didier Deschamps! How are you? "
" Hmm hello Didier! I'm fine thank you. Is there a problem? You never call me at such an early hour. " I answer with a husky voice as I just woke up.
" Actually, yes, there is. Erwan has broken his leg and he won't be able to work 100% with us during the world cup. So he'll come and do the administration things where he doesn't need to use his legs. But we need someone qualified there to do the rest of the job. As you are his assistant, we think you're the best for this job. You already know the staff and most of the players. Besides, Erwan will be with us in Brazil so he'll guide you. I know you might already have plans for this summer but, would you like to spend a month in Brazil with us for the world cup as France NT's manager? This could be the chance of your life. "
Stop. Let me rewind. Erwan, France NT's manager who is the one organizing and supervising everything, especially the world cup, won't be able to work during the world cup? I mean, obviously he's always running everywhere to make sure everything's ready for the players, so with only one leg left it would be difficult. But it still seems unreal to me. I am the one who's been called to replace him? Sure, I've been his assistant for a few months, but I'm not ready for this. I've only supervised one match, how am I gonna do to manage a whole world cup!?
" Hm sure. I'll do it. " I finally answer.
" Great, thank you Aslinn! Come tonight to the match, we will discuss about everything. You already have your ticket, haven't you? "
" Yes, I have it. See you tonight Didier, and good luck for the game! "
I put my phone on my nightstand and stay in my bed, lying, and just thinking about this phone call. I'm glad Didier proposed me this job, don't get me wrong. I'm just surprised. And terrified. Being the manager of a national football team is so much work and so much pressure! You have to book hotel rooms, do the plannings, deal with the journalists and the supporters, etc. Everything always have to be perfect for the cameras and for the well being of the players. And as kind some of them can be, some can also be very childish and disrespectful. And that is when they are in a good mood! I just can't imagine what it'd be like if they loose a match, or if one of the players doesn't agree with the coach's decisions.
Anyway, I said I was going, so I'm going. I just have to hope for the best. Maybe France will win the world cup, who knows? Besides, who wouldn't like to spend a month in Brazil? I'll have fun. And the players aren't that bad, I'm even friend with some of them. So yeah, that's going to be a great experience, whatever happens there.
I finally get up from my bed and start packing my things. I'll have a luggage full of France NT clothes, the same as everyone in the staff, but I still need some clothes for the free time. I also need to take all my files about the national team and the players, that can be useful. You know, who doesn't like what, who likes doing what, etc. As a manager, I need to know everything about the players. That's my job.
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Bleuzinho
FanfictionFanfiction about France NT during the world cup 2014, and especially about Antoine Griezmann. Feel free to comment ♥