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Nigerian Former Player, Sunday Oliseh Accepts NFF's Offer To Coach Super Eagles.



                              
The Nigeria Football Federation, NFF, has confirmed that former Nigeria international football player, Sunday Oliseh will coach the Super Eagles with a team that will include a Dutch man as an assistant.
A manager close to Oliseh in Europe, confirmed this on Wednesday that the former Eagles captain had accepted the job offer and would work with an assistant from Europe.

He said,
“I can confirm that Sunny has accepted the offer and he will be working with an assistant coming down from Europe as well.”
On Wednesday, the NFF confirmed they were in talks with the Belgium-based Nigerian to replace Stephen Keshi, who was kicked out as Eagles coach on Saturday. Oliseh met with NFF president Amaju Pinnick and Austin Jay Jay Okocha in London on Tuesday

The NFF added that Oliseh would come with a “foreign technical assistant, whose job description will centre around development programmes, and working with clubs’ youth teams and certified academies towards developing the game from the grassroots.

“Current stand-in coach Salisu Yusuf will also be in the new team, but with greater devotion to the home-based team, otherwise known as Super Eagles B, and will be the interface between the technical crew and the home boys.”

From the details of the package being finalised, Oliseh is expected to come up with a five-year developmental plan “to fashion a unique playing and coaching philosophy for all the national teams, and will for this purpose, interface regularly with coaches of those teams.

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