Terms are settled between the clubs and the rest is paperwork and a photograph. Around Vasas they have already started talking about him in the past tense.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
In brief
The terracesThe press have found their man in Patrick Iyinbor
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
The club looked outside for a month, found nothing it preferred, and handed the job to the man who had been doing it anyway. He knows the building; now he has to prove he knows the rest.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
The clubs have agreed terms, and what remains is formality: a medical, a photograph, a signature. Nobody at Vasas is pretending he will be back in the shirt.
Terms are settled between the clubs and the rest is paperwork and a photograph. Around Vasas they have already started talking about him in the past tense.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
Maximiliano Coronel is 39 and has run out of things to prove. What he has left is where to stand, when to slow it down and what to say at half-time, and none of that is on a fitness chart.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
A new face in his position, and János Uram suddenly has to win back what he thought he owned. Vasas have promised nothing — clubs rarely do at this stage.
11 days with the chair empty, a list of names that grows and shrinks by the day, and not one signature on anything. Every week that passes takes the best candidates off it.
The name of Rubén Arellano has come up in conversations Vasas were not part of. Nothing formal, nothing signed — but nothing about it accidental either.
Terms are settled between the clubs and the rest is paperwork and a photograph. Around Vasas they have already started talking about him in the past tense.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
Public backing, and the sort that costs a manager something if it turns out to be wrong. Patrick Iyinbor has been told in front of everybody that the shirt is his.
The board have said in public what they had been saying in private. Results between now and the next meeting decide it, and everybody in the building knows the arithmetic.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
A window away with the national side, and a shirt at Vasas that briefly doubles as an advertisement. A call-up flatters the player and the club that built him in the same breath.
A window away with the national side, and a shirt at Vasas that briefly doubles as an advertisement. A call-up flatters the player and the club that built him in the same breath.
The window shut and Botond Baráth is still in the building
Vasas spent a month trying to move him and nobody rang back. He trains with a squad that has told him where he stands, and both sides start counting down to the next one.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
$2.6M is a serious amount of money and it does not play centre-forward. Everybody in the dressing room knows who used to be looked at when it went wrong.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
Another week, another link, another denial nobody quite believes. Vasas know the market decides these things, not the back pages — but the back pages are louder.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
“Things were said to me before I signed. I am not going to repeat them, but I remember all of them.” Vasas have not answered, which is an answer of sorts.
Every club in football pays most of what it earns to its players. Paying nearly all of it is a different arrangement, and it has ended the same way every time somebody has tried it.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
“Things were said to me before I signed. I am not going to repeat them, but I remember all of them.” Vasas have not answered, which is an answer of sorts.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
“I was told straight, and I would rather have it straight.” The manager at Vasas has been clear about where Sándor Hidi M. stands, which is more than many ever get.
“It had gone on long enough. I would rather have it out than leave it sitting there.” Ten minutes behind a closed door at Vasas, and both men came out saying it was fine.
“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Vasas can pretend not to have heard.
He found out with everybody else, an hour before kick-off, from a sheet of paper on a wall. Nobody at Vasas pretended it was anything other than a decision about him.