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Three months later, he was wanting to quit Madrid. I told him he couldn’t. I flew out to Spain to
  meet him at his apartment and we had lunch. My message was: you can’t quit, see it through, and
  rejoin me next year. That season I didn’t take an assistant because I was sure Carlos would come
  back.  I  co-opted  Jim  Ryan  and  Mick  Phelan,  two  good  men,  but  I  didn’t  want  to  dive  in  with  an

  appointment, knowing Carlos might be returning. I had interviewed Martin Jol, a week or so before
  Carlos called to say it wasn’t working out in Madrid. Martin had been impressive and I was inclined
  to give him the job, but then came the call from Carlos, which obliged me to go back to Martin and
  say: ‘Look, I’m going to leave it for the time being.’ I couldn’t tell him why.
     Assistant manager at Manchester United is a high-profile position. It’s a platform within the game.
  When Carlos left the second time in July 2008, his homeland was pulling on his heartstrings, so I
  could understand him wanting to go back to Portugal. But he was smashing, Carlos. He had most of

  the qualities to be the next Manchester United manager. He could be an emotional man. But 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. He would sketch things out on the board. ‘Right, OK, Carlos, yeah,’ I would say,
  thinking, ‘I’m busy here.’ But it’s a good quality to have, that urge to get things done.

     The structure of the team was strong in the year I decided to rescind my retirement plans, though we
  had lost Peter Schmeichel and Denis Irwin. Now there was a player, Denis Irwin. We always called
  him eight out of ten Denis. So quick and nimble: quick-brained. Never let you down. There was never
  any bad publicity with him. I remember a game at Arsenal, when Denis allowed Dennis Bergkamp to
  score late in the match, and the press said: ‘Well, you’ll be disappointed with Denis,’ and I replied:
  ‘Aye, well, he’s been with me for eight or nine years and he’s never made a mistake. I think we can
  forgive him one.’

     The biggest challenge was in the goalkeeping position. From the minute Schmeichel left to join
  Sporting Lisbon in 1999 – and having missed out on Van der Sar – I was throwing balls in the air,
  hoping one would land in the right place. Raimond van der Gouw was a terrific, steady goalkeeper,
  and a very loyal and conscientious trainer, but he wouldn’t have been the No. 1 choice. Mark Bosnich
  was, in my opinion, a terrible professional, which we should have known. Massimo Taibi just didn’t
  work out and he returned to Italy, where he rejuvenated his career. Fabien Barthez was a World Cup-

  winning  goalkeeper,  but  it’s  possible  that  the  birth  of  his  child  back  in  France  affected  his
  concentration, because he was going back and forth a lot. He was a good lad, a fine shot-stopper and
  a good fielder of the ball. But when a keeper loses his concentration, he’s in trouble.
     When the team thought I would be leaving, they slackened off. A constant tactic of mine was always
  to have my players on the edge, to keep them thinking it was always a matter of life and death. The
  must-win approach. I took my eye off the ball, thinking too far ahead, and wondering who would
  replace me. It’s human nature, in those circumstances, to relax a bit, and to say: ‘I’m not going to be

  here next year.’
     United were so used to me being around it wasn’t clear what the next chapter was going to be. And
  it was a mistake. I knew that by the previous October in 2000. By that stage I was wanting the season
  to be over with. I couldn’t enjoy it. I cursed myself: ‘I’ve been stupid. Why did I even mention it?’
  There wasn’t the same performance level on the pitch. I was starting to have doubts about my own
  future. Where would I go, what would I do? I knew I would miss the consuming nature of the United

  job.
     The 2001–02 season was a fallow year for us. We finished third in the League and reached the
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