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