Every end has a new beginning

Dear diary,

Tonight’s my first match as the Northern Ireland U20 coach. It’s only a friendly but still I’m quite nervous: what if I fuck everything up? Will there be a public hanging a’la Saddam in the village square before I get a chance to lead these extremely talented kids into their first real battle next Friday? Does the community turn its back on me if we take a beating of a lifetime tonight? 

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens, right? Besides, I’m not your average pencil neck anyway so it probably doesn’t snap when they pull the lever, allowing me to suffocate gracefully instead of a lean and quick death! 

Thanks for listening again, you seem to be the only one that understands what I’m going through at the moment. I’ll be back next week when this shit gets real :)