I was not going to let Marcus Chen win. I was not going to let his money, his arrogance, his cynical, soulless vision of football triumph over our passion, our spirit, our community. I was going to find a way to generate income. I was going to complete the quest. And I was going to save my club.
The financial gap was a chasm. A huge, gaping, seemingly insurmountable obstacle. But I was a man with a superpower. I was a man with a system. And I was a man on a mission. And I was not going to be beaten. To. Fail.
The conversation with Terry Blackwood was one of the most difficult of my life. He was a good man, a man who loved his club, a man who had poured his heart, his soul, and a significant chunk of his life savings into keeping it afloat. And now, he was telling me that it was all about to end.
