My 23rd birthday was spent at the Heath Tavern after the Buxted match having a few brews with Oli. My friend and assistant sat staring at my iPhone in stunned silence. The media was reporting that I had no more than six expressions of interest in my services from other teams in the span of a couple of weeks. Word was getting around that a young American was in Haywards Heath and breeding winners at AFC Bolnore, and more than a few desperate clubs from here to the Counties were interested in taking a punt on my signature.
“What do you plan to do?” Oli had asked me that day. A fair question. I wasn’t sure what to do, and I had responded to the 31-year old honestly. I didn’t know what to do. We sat in silence sipping at our lagers.
“Well,” Oli said after staring thoughtfully at me for a some time, “you’re still very young, but you’re already showing your potential as a leader. A move could be very good for you. If you can make in in the County Leagues, why couldn’t you eventually make it to the National League or even the Football League?”