Christmas Came Early

He sits down. The book lies on the table, reading in bold fonts, "Factotum". After all, it's a book by the one and only Charles Bukowski. The person fixes his retro spectacles, trying to enjoy the book. After all, it has been a hard day at the bank for him. Drinking wine and reading Factotum, he stumbles upon an idea. Taking out his notebook that he often keeps by his side, he starts writing notes. He stares at his creation and doubts it, as does every creator. Self-doubt thoughts and confusion pass over him like a bad thunderstorm, waiting for the strike at any point. The person stands up and closes the light. It's been too much for him. Off to bed, then.

The clock strikes 6. He wakes up and quickly fixes himself some eggs. The ideas are still fresh in his mind and whatever he does, they seem to persist. There's no getting around it. Cleaning up after himself, he leaves the apartment. On his way to the famed Monte dei Paschi di Siena bank, he passes by his favorite cigarette shop. His supply is low so he pays the vendor five euros. "Grazie," said the vendor. "Nessun problema," said the gentleman. Off he went to the bank, ready to work yet every single time he worked, those ideas came up. His notebook and his creation floated in his mind. For the first in ever, he asked for a day off and the bank gladly granted him one. Walking down the stairs, he signaled for a cab. Taking those, he ended up at his home and the delirium resulting was one that was remarkable. He decided. Facciamolo was what his brain said. The next day came the resignation of the gentleman. People were shocked but everybody expected this. After all, he'd been acting strange ever since that one day.

Game night. The gentlemen stood, having learned from his failures and successes. They were winning 2-0 and still, he persisted with his shouts and his instructions. Another win for him, a journey that has been rough in the making. Sorrento had finished mid-table, a respectable finish for a respectable club. However, somewhere, someplace, the higher-ups weren't content with this finish and fired him shortly after. Fading through months, his tactical ideas floating in his brain, Empoli picked him up. Training and applying slightly tweaked ideas, he took them to places they could only dream of. Onwards and upwards.

It was a normal Saturday morning and as normal, he was at the training grounds, discussing the upcoming game against Napoli. It would be tough but they could just edge it.  Just then, rushing through the doors, Alvaro burst. "Mister 33, Napoli just called. They want to hire you !". "Cazzate !", replied Maurizio Sarri and continued working on his gameplan.  Alvaro went out but he didn't care. He was making plans for this evening and he knew it would be unlike anything he had seen.