«Carlos
Queiroz, another of my n.o 2s, was brilliant. Just brilliant. Outstanding. An
intelligent, meticulous man. The recommendation to hire him came from Andy
Roxburgh, at a time when we were beginning to look at more southern-hemisphere
players and perhaps needed a coach from beyond the northern european nations,
and one who could speak another language or two. Andy was quite clear. Carlos
was outstanding. He had coached South Africa, so I called Quinton Fortune one
day for his opinion. “Fantastic”, said Quinton. “To what level, do you think?” “Any”,
said Quinton. (…)
When
Carlos came over to England in 2002 to speak to us, I was waiting for him in my
tracksuit. Carlos was immacutalely dressed. He has that suaveness about him. He
was so impressive that I offered him the job right away. He was the closest you
can be to being the Manchester United manager without actually holding the
title. He took responsability for a lot of issues that he didn’t have to get
involved in (…)
Of all the ones who worked alongside me, he was the best, no doubt about
that. He was totally straight. He would walk in and tell you directly: I'm not
happy with this or that. He was good for me. He was a Rottweiler. He'd stride
into my office and tell me we needed to get something done.» (Pages 41-42)
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