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Anyways, annoyingly, a few days later I find out that some bum, who was fired from Porto, got the job. I'm the better Manager, the better resume, and the better fit, and a person with international management experience, but I didn't get the job.
So I apply instead for the Chile job, which is open. But I don't speak Spanish, and Chile are a top ten club, and I doubt I'll have a shot. They consider me, but again, no thanks.
One national side left at that point - France. Hey, why not. France is crazy with this stuff. I apply.
And from there, we'll roll this thing back and pick up the club football in June.
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