Glory Of The Football Manager System

I did not say anything for a moment. Jessica did not say anything. She had read it three times since six o’clock and she was watching me read it.

Steve was watching me too.

”Steve.”

”Yeah.”

”This is more than I asked for.”

”It is more than you asked for. It is what the board decided you were worth. Sign it.”

I signed it.

Steve signed it. Jessica witnessed it.

Steve closed his folder.

”Daniel.”

”Yeah.”

”The other thing.”

”Tomorrow morning.”

”Tomorrow morning. On my desk. In your own words.”

”All right.”

He stood up. Shook my hand. Shook Jessica’s. He left the office and closed the door behind him quietly.

I waited until the door clicked. Then I looked at Jessica.

”Jess.”

”Yeah.”

”Sit down.”

”I’m sitting down.”

”There is one more thing.”

I told her.

I told her in the order Steve had told me. The boardroom on Saturday night. The five men at the table. The two laptops, the wine, the shirts with collars. The decision the board had made before I had walked into the room. The forty-eight hours. The Tuesday after the contract, the Wednesday morning answer in my own words.

Jessica did not interrupt me.

When I finished she sat back in the chair, looked at the ceiling for ten seconds, and said one word.

”Daniel.”

”Yeah.”

”This is the move.”

”What’s the move.”

”What Steve is doing. The contract extension we have just signed locks you in financially for five years and is built to make leaving for another club impossible to make work on numbers alone. The directorship locks you in structurally. He is putting two locks on the same door. The contract is the bolt. The directorship is the chain.”

”Yeah.”

”He told you it was a board decision and the board has agreed because of course the board has agreed. Steve owns the controlling stake in the club. Steve has put this in front of the board because Steve had already decided. The other five members of the board are formality. The signature you give him on Wednesday morning is the only signature that has not yet been given.”

”What’s it worth.”

”What is what worth.”

”Two percent.”

”Two percent of the club’s equity, vested at the rate of zero point four percent per year over the five years of the contract extension. Vesting contingent on continuous employment. Accelerated vesting on termination without cause. Full forfeiture on resignation to take another job in football without board permission. The drag-along clause means if Steve ever sells his controlling stake you sell yours with him at the same per-share number.”

”Number.”

She did the maths in her head.

”Crystal Palace Football Club was valued at the last formal valuation in December at one hundred and eighty million pounds. After the season you have just had, the valuation in May or June will be higher.

Probably in the region of two hundred and twenty to two hundred and fifty million. Two percent of two hundred and twenty is four and a half million. Two percent of two hundred and fifty is five million.

By the time the shares fully vest in 2023, the valuation will be higher still. Champions League qualification adds thirty to fifty million to a club’s enterprise value in a single window. If you take Palace into the Champions League next season, the two percent grows.”

”How much?”

”By 2023, if the club is in the Champions League regularly by then, the two percent is worth between eight and twelve million pounds.”

”Plus the contract.”

”Plus the contract. We are talking about a man who in August 2017 signed a four-year deal worth approximately twenty-five million in realistic-scenario total earnings. We are now talking about a man whose total compensation across two parallel contracts plus an equity grant, in a continued-success scenario through 2023, is approximately one hundred million pounds.”

I sat with the number.

She let me sit with it.

”Jess.”

”Yeah.”

”What is the catch?”

”There are three catches. I am going to lay them out for you in the order of how much they should bother you.”

”Go on.”

”Catch one. The smallest one. You are now a director of the football club you manage. You will sit on the board. You will be asked to vote on the transfer budget, on stadium expansion, on commercial deals, on the new contracts of the players you manage.

You will, in some board meetings, be asked to vote on your own remuneration. The corporate governance lawyers I will engage between now and Wednesday will draft you a list of recusal protocols, which mean you leave the room when those votes are taken.

The protocols exist at every Premier League club where the manager is on the board, which is currently three of them. The protocols are standard. They are real, and they will create awkward moments, but they are manageable.”

”All right.”

”Catch two. The middle one. If a top-four club rings the chairman in eighteen months to ask for a meeting about you, the chairman is now also you. You will be sat across the table from yourself when they come knocking, and you will have to vote on whether you go. The vote will be a recusal vote because of catch one, but the optics will be ugly.

The press will write about it for a week. The Holmesdale will not love it. Steve Parish has anticipated this and the share grant has a clause that says any sale of equity back to the club, on resignation to take another job, is at a discount to fair market value. The discount is twenty percent. That is the chain part of the chain.”

”And catch three.”

”Catch three is the one that should bother you the most. Steve Parish is sixty-something years old and he has run this football club for eight years and he is going to run it for another five if he is healthy.

But Steve Parish is also a man with a portfolio of assets and a wife who would like to see him in Cornwall at the weekends. If Steve sells his controlling stake to an American billionaire or a Saudi sovereign wealth fund or a Chinese consortium at some point in the next five years, the new owner takes over your boss.

The new owner is now your fellow director. You will have a board seat opposite a man you did not choose. The drag-along clause means you sell your shares with Steve, so you do not own the club with whoever comes in. But you are still on the board for the duration of your contract, which means you are managing a club whose owner you did not vote for and whose ambition you may or may not agree with.”

I sat with that for a long time.

”Steve has not told me he is planning to sell.”

”Steve never tells anybody he is planning to sell until he is six weeks from the sale. That is how owners sell.”

”Right.”

”I am not saying he is planning to sell. I am saying that across the five-year duration of this directorship the probability is non-zero, and the value of telling you about catch three is not in predicting Steve. The value is in making sure that when you sit in that boardroom on Wednesday morning and tell him what you want to do, you are doing it with both eyes open.”

”All right.”

”There is also a fourth thing.”

”You said three.”

”I said three catches. This is not a catch. This is a separate observation.”

”Go on.”

”You are twenty-eight years old. You will manage at this level for thirty years. You will manage Manchester United inside ten years, or you will manage Real Madrid inside fifteen, or you will manage a national side at the World Cup inside eight.

Steve Parish is offering you an ownership stake in a Premier League football club in exchange for five years of your prime managerial career. Five years is a lot of time. Five years is twenty percent of your remaining career and forty percent of your prime decade.

Five years at Crystal Palace, even with Champions League football and a directorship and the most generous contract a Premier League manager of your age has ever signed, is five years not at Manchester United. Or Real Madrid. Or England.”

”I do not want to manage Manchester United.”

”You do not want to today. Coppell was right last Friday. The reason they will offer you that job is precisely because you have learned not to want it. The day they offer it to you for real, you will have to think about it. The contract Steve has just put in front of you and the directorship he is about to put in front of you are both designed to ensure that when that day comes, you are too rich and too entangled to leave.”

I sat with that too.

”Jess.”

”Yeah.”

”What would you do?”

”That is not the question I am here to answer.”

”Jess.”

”You are asking me as a friend.”

”Yes.”

She thought about it for a long moment.

”I would take it. I would take the directorship, the contract, the shares, the lock-in, the drag-along, the recusal protocols, all of it. I would take it because Steve Parish is the best chairman in English football, because Crystal Palace is the only club in the world where a twenty-eight-year-old manager would be offered this, because the ownership stake is going to grow in value at a faster rate than your salary, because catch three is a five-year tail risk and you can manage it from inside the boardroom better than you could manage it from outside. I would take it. But I am not you. And the only reason you are sitting here asking me what I would do is because somewhere in your head you have not decided yet.”

”No.”

”Then go and decide. Tell Steve what you want by tomorrow morning at nine. Tell Emma what you want tonight, because you promised her on Saturday that you would tell her on Tuesday afternoon, and Tuesday afternoon is now.”

”All right.”

She stood up. Closed the folder. Put it under her arm.

”Daniel.”

”Yeah.”

”Whichever way you decide, I am proud of you.”

”Jess.”

”Yeah.”

”Thanks.”

She went out.

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