The year 2027.
Blackburn Rovers FC failed to advance to the Premier League, as they do every season! The fans are whistling the team like crazy. One of the whistles is Club President Jordan Garnet.
"Jordan Garnet, get out. Jordan Garnet get out. Jordan Garnet, get out."
Yes, there is a huge protest right now. With the end of the season, the fans were very disappointed. The players and the team's manager, Steph Hill, are leaving the pitch.
They haven't played in the Premier League for 10 years. Exactly 10 years!
Will the club be able to see its golden age in the 1990s once again?
Next day
"Sir, are you sure?" said Benjamin, Jordan Garnet's assistant.
Benjamin looked startled.
"Yes, I am sure," he said angrily and confidently. No one can turn me away from this decision." said Jordan Garnet.
The club announced that it will hold a press conference.
Most people in England thought Jordan Garnet was going to resign. But Jordan's plan was different.
Jordan Garnet was sitting in his room with his assistant Benjamin. Jordan Garnet had lit his cigar and propped his feet on the table.
"Sir, please think again. What you're doing is totally insane!"
Maybe it was the first time Benjamin was this angry.
Jordan just looked at Benjamin and continued to smoke his cigar.
The minutes were approaching.
Jordan stood up, straightening his tie. He put on the jacket that he hung on his chair.
"Everything is ready now."
Together they left the room.
Benjamin still couldn't believe President Jordan Garnet.
Jordan Garnet and Benjamin entered the room where the press conference was.
They both sat side by side.
One reporter couldn't take it anymore. He went to his first question.
"Mr. President, is the reason for this sudden press conference because you are going to announce your resignation?"
There was an instant silence in the room.
Who knew that the first question would be such difficult and thought-provoking sentences?
But President Jordan leaned calmly into the microphone.
"No."
That's all he said.
For the second time, there was silence in the room. After a few seconds of silence, all the journalists raised their hands to ask questions.
"You," said President Jordan, gesturing to a female journalist.
The female journalist took the microphone.
"So why are you holding a meeting if you're not going to resign or sell the club?"
"Good question. We wanted to hold a meeting to announce that we have only one request. Maybe we will go down in football history with this meeting. Say what?"
The President was smiling as he said this.
But no one there understood what was going on.
Of course, Benjamin was aware of everything.
The President began to speak again.
"I want to announce an ad." said.
The same female journalist quickly asked another question as she did not give the microphone to anyone.
"What? Advertisement?"
"Yeah. We decided to hold this meeting to announce the announcement of a Football Director. In fact, I made this decision. To be honest, Benjamin turned against me. But I didn't listen to him. I am making this decision entirely on my own initiative. Maybe I just don't understand football. Wouldn't it be right to bring someone who can understand football?" he said, smiling.
"What, you called everyone here just for the Football Director post?" said a white-haired journalist.
"Yeah." said the president, only to look confident.
After this answer, the journalist with gray hair left.
Of course, a few other people left the room with him.
A curious young journalist had been raising his hand for minutes. The President pointed to it.
"Then what are your requests from a Football Director? Or what are your criteria? Thank you."
"First of all, we want someone with a football background, who really knows football, who has a worldwide reputation."
The young man asked a question again.
"Why would anyone with this career choose Blackburn Rovers FC?"
When the president heard this sentence, he started to laugh.
"Yes, you are quite right. But I wanted to try my luck. Who knows, maybe we can find a great football director to take our club back to its old days."
Benjamin began to speak.
"The meeting is over."
Just then, President Jordan suddenly began to speak.
"I would like to say before I forget. The Football Director we will deal with must be able to impress me in our interview," he said and stood up.
Benjamin also thanked everyone for coming, and the press conference ended.
A few weeks later…
Job applications were coming in, but there was something odd. Applications for Football Director were below expectations.
So many weeks passed, but only 5 people had applied for a job.
President Jordan lamented this situation…
Then Benjamin came in.
The surprise on Benjamin's face was clearly visible.
"What happened Benjamin?" said President Jordan.
"6. We received the job application. However…"
"But what?" said President Jordan, not understanding.
"A Chinese named Lee Yuk has applied for Director of Football."
"Are you kidding me? No other name? Are you sure? I said at the press conference that we are waiting for an application, especially from someone who is famous in his football career." said Jordan.
"Yes, you are right, Mr. President. But Lee Yuk's CV is weird."
"Is it weird? What do you want to say? Speak without slurring now." Now President Jordan was starting to get angry.
Benjamin took a deep breath.
"Mr. President, Lee Yuk graduated from Harvard. He also has a Ph.D. in Sports Management. However, other than that, he has not written any information about himself. That's the weird thing. When I researched him, I learned that he was an extremely successful student at school. He even graduated from the school with first place. But I have no idea why he applied for a job with us."
Unexpectedly, President Benjamin began to smile.
"Are we such a bad team? Why didn't any seniors want it? Why are only anonymous football directors in the lower leagues interested in us? Let's understand them. Maybe everyone underestimates us. We may not have caught anyone's attention. But why is it unheard of, someone is applying to this club?"
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to meet Lee Yuk tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Don't worry Benjamin. I'm just going to destroy this Chinese boy's self-confidence!"
"As you wish…"