Good luck Sol – I hope you prove all of your many doubters wrong

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As much as our mod­ern-day lives are a hec­tic mix and mash up of, in no par­tic­u­lar or­der, the school run, work, end­less de­ci­sions, an­noy­ing bills, fam­ily, stress, com­mut­ing, and what­ever else you would like to throw into the melt­ing pot, per­son­ally I am usu­ally to­tally un­able to com­plete some tasks un­less the small things are in or­der.

For ex­am­ple, and I know I will lose some well-earned North­ern man points here, with my dead­line fast ap­proach­ing for this ar­ti­cle, I got home yes­ter­day and had to hoover the en­tire house and tidy up before I could con­sider sit­ting down and even think about writ­ing.

I think we all have an el­e­ment of OCD run­ning through our veins in some ca­pac­ity. Luck­ily for most of us we can con­trol it, but please tell me I am nor­mal here.

There has to be some con­trol and or­der in this manic world we are in – at work and at home.

This after ris­ing at an eye-wa­ter­ing 5.15am yes­ter­day morn­ing, driv­ing to Bris­tol, go­ing to a meet­ing, then tak­ing train­ing, then an­other meet­ing, then driv­ing home, then do­ing the af­ter­school club run, then pre­par­ing the din­ner – which was bangers and mash, so I do gain some man points back there.

Please do not reach for the vi­o­lin here. I won’t bore you with the de­tail but this morn­ing’s first meet­ing was one of en­light­en­ment. Why did I do all those things? I chose to, I made the de­ci­sions, and I am the one that can start or stop the process.

You may have guessed it was a break­fast meet­ing, and you may have guessed it was with a guest guru. You were right on both.

Brad Bur­ton step for­ward. Had noth­ing, now got a lot, now can do it. Ex­cuses no, rea­sons maybe, cir­cum­stances maybe, tim­ing maybe, but ul­ti­mately it’s lit­tle old us on our own and we can make the choices.

Well worth the drive in the tor­ren­tial rain, well worth the 5.15am start, and prob­a­bly the rea­son why I didn’t throw the hoover down the stairs when I stubbed my toe on the gran­ite wardrobe.

Yes, that’s right, you are read­ing a foot­ball ar­ti­cle but you may know by now that I like to give you a lit­tle ex­tra. Let’s just call it cur­rent af­fairs.

As it was his first game, of sorts, at Ex­eter, it seems right that we start on Sol Camp­bell’s first foray into man­age­ment.

I will start by say­ing I think he will be great, and I re­ally hope he is. I love peo­ple prov­ing the doubters wrong.

Yes, he has made some big state­ments, but so what? If he can back them up then he was right.

He was one heck of a player, and he has fi­nally been given a chance at the helm as a boss.

He will soon ex­pe­ri­ence the stress that ev­ery­one goes through. Yes, he has got the money to fall back on to make it less stress­ful, but all the same it will be chal­leng­ing for him.

There will be a lit­tle bit of money to spend, and he will make a dif­fer­ence. If he keeps them in the league and ends up get­ting a ca­reer in man­age­ment, it will be his big­gest achieve­ment, I am sure about that.

One man­ager who has al­ready won ev­ery­thing and has ev­ery­thing but who still shows all the signs that it gets to him? Jose Mour­inho.

Him and the wa­ter bot­tles was a bril­liant picture, and again it was just sheer re­lief, an out­burst of emo­tion that we all have at times.

Any­one who has stood in that dugout on their own, ul­ti­mately no one can help you, you only know what it feels like if you have ex­pe­ri­enced it first­hand.

It can be both ex­cru­ci­at­ing and ex­hil­a­rat­ing in the same minute, never mind same game or same sea­son.

An­other man­ager who has had his fair share of flak turns 70 this week­end but shows no signs of re­lent­ing.

I think he is one of a kind, he wears his heart in his sleeve, he doesn’t hide, and he has had an un­be­liev­able ca­reer.

Well done to Neil Warnock – 1500 games as a man­ager, 300 as a player, man­aged at 15 clubs, man­aged at ev­ery level, seen the good and the bad, but he can still get re­sults, he can still smile and say hello and mean it. What a guy.

Fi­nally, I would like to say a hu­mon­gous con­grat­u­la­tions to my daugh­ter Is­abella for be­ing of­fered a place at the Univer­sity of Ex­eter.

I liken it to be­ing of­fered your first pro­fes­sional con­tract in foot­ball. Ex­cite­ment and re­lief.

Thank­fully, Issy has in­her­ited her mother’s in­tel­lec­tual genes and my talent – and looks of course!


Sol Camp­bell was at St James’s Park on Tues­day night as Mac­cles­field Town beat Ex­eter City 1-0TOM SANDBERG/PPAUK

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