retired_crosed326

Prologue

The rain was hammering against the windows in a small building just on the outskirts of Madrid , I was told to wait here until a black jeep came . As my ipod blarred music in my ears I sat down on a small wooden stool , after waiting in this suprisingly white room for hours on end , I took out my asthmer pump and puffed adleast 5 times I was getting nervous , I was told if I don't come I would loose my legs !!

When I was 25 , George Best promised me world domination & money , neither of them came to me at the end. I started my footballing days at lowly Prescot Cables where at 15 I was the youngest player in the League , I made my debut for rhe team against Essex side Billeracy , we may have lost 2-1 but I scored the consiltation goal . But then Confrence side at the time Derby County came at my heels , but I rejected , Prescot Cables were just promoted to the Unibond League and I was determined to stay . In 1984 the year of skinheads and fred-perry clothes at the age of 16 I moved from Prescot to 4th Division Swansea City , they were the greatest nine years of my life.

The rain began to get heavier and I was sitting in a room on my own , until the door burst open and a man who looked like a tango with glasses walked in alongside two large bald men.

"Are you James Williams ?" He bellowed across the room
"Yes , and you are ? " I asked.

The man clicked his fingers and one of the bald men smacked me across the face.

"Don't be so rude," said the tango man "You never speak to me like that."

Swansea held dreams for men like me being such a youngster , John Toshack played me as a Defensive Midfielder to protect their shaky defence , I did my job and we were promoted to the old first division where Swansea finished 6th but where relagated in the next season.

The man with the tan gave me a letter , when I opened it I scanned it adleast four times and looked at the man he finally said

"You have been selected to manage my new national team called Battagonia , I am a very powerful man Mr Williams , I can offer you a healthy balance in money and a good stadium this is a one in a life time oppurtunity I hope you accept."

Manchester United are a famous team around the world , with several Premiership titles it was a great oppurtunity to join them for a measly £12,500 . George Best always belived in me but not enough , one day after suffering a defeat to Liverpool , he lashed out at me , saying I cost the game with the handball , but my age was an advantage I punched him in the face and threw him into the wall , I saw my footballing days limited I was labled "The Crazy Sheepo" I was fined adleast £250,000 that was my entire fortune gone , I was never allowed to play football again it didn't hit me until I walked along the battered terrace streets that I had nothing to fall back on.

The man started at me waiting for an answer , until he said

"Mr Williams , why aren't you answering me ?"

"Look um I don't bother with football anymore , I work in a supermarket and I hate football why do you wan't me to manage your team ?" I asked him
"If I can't have you , I don't want nobody Mr Williams , you are the future of my team now sign for it or I will kill you," He replied

"And by the way my name is Miguel Goscovac" He Added Hastily

I quickly took the contract and signed it , the man smiled and guestered to the briefcase on the table I checked inside and found an envolope of passports but Miguel handed me my own.

"We are the first two inhabitats of Battagonia James," He said camly

I picked up the briefcase and walked out the door out to the cold drops of rain.

retired_crosed326

Chapter 1 :- Baby It's Cold Outside

After accepting the job offer from Miguel I realised that there was no team , I was fuming , after calling him over and over again , it hit me I had to form a team for him. Opening the briefcase was a good idea as I found air tickets.

I had all of the World at my command I could go any where I wanted , but I decided to go to sunny Russia. The country Russia was and always will be a big one , and finding good young footballers would be like making teenagers depressed , but finding good young players who would join a almost unknown national side would be impossible.

The virgin plane landed on the snowy city of Moscow where a football tournament was going on , it was nothing big just a local league competion. Everybody knew I was a scout , parents were sending their children over all day it was starting to cheese me off until one lanky kid who I will never forget screamed..

"WATCH OUT"

A ball wizzed passed my ear , the russian kid just looked at me and ran away I began to get intrested in his game more than the one I was watching . He totally dominated the other side his deadly left foot shot countless times and the stupid chubby kid in goal looked as stupid as ever letting in 2 goals , the lanky kid was a real comfort to watch on this freezing day. After his game I approached him , his face gave the expression of fear he was about to make a run until I said

"Hey Wait Up!"

He immeadiantly turned around , he totally understood me but there was one problem and that was his team was a russian army and I i'm not lying they were all changed in thier army uniforms with rifles in hand , and tall broad shouldered man with a combover walked up and said

"What do you want with Private Suckmeov , I am his Sergant Gosolaviv Schumgher ?"
I gulped with fear and opened my briefcase and handed him a brouche , he occasionally looked up and chuckled after countless words under his breath he made the desicion to let him Vladimir Suckmeov go, much to my delight , Vladimir looked scared until Shumgher spoke to him in rapid russian , His face brightened up he picked up a gym bag and walked with me to the taxi I flagged down he looked at me and said
"Thank You."
When we where in the taxi he was pointing directions to the cab driver until we came to a medium sided house in the middle of the suburbs , He left the taxi and shut the door behind him it was obvious he didn't want me with him. The taxi driver was smelly and I'm not kidding , his face was terribly disguting , he kept on telling me he played some football and would love to play in England some day but the conversation was cut short when the Vladimir jumped out of the taxi with a grin on his pale face he handed me some money but I said
"You don't need money Vladimir , and call me gaffer or james when you adress me , we will arrive in england and we will travel to Battagonia which is just of the coast of the UK , according to my boss."
He looked at me and said
"Thanks James,"
I handed him a passport that found in an envolope , Battagonia had just found it's first player.

jdthedaywalker

sweet story!!

you gonna use my profile from the other thread or will i re post?

Cheers

retired_crosed326

Don't worry brek , I have your profile from the other thread

Chapter 2 :- Mes Que Un Club

It was a cold and crisp day in the north of london and I was in bed thinking about the previous sleepness nights , I was awokan from my daydreaming with an upbeat ringtone coming from the briefcase on my desk , I slowly rose from my bed , I walked over to the briefcase and answered

"Hello," I said in a weary voice
"Good Morning James , it's me Miguel," echoed the voice down the phone "Me and Vladimir have just left for our ferry to Battagonia it shouldn't be to hard for you to find , it's only across the road from the docks,"

With that the phone hung up and I rushed over to a cupboard inside there were 2 suits , One Grey & One Pinstriped. I felt today was a cold and wet day (Typical In England) so I put on the grey suit. After examining the contents of the suitcase I found
Countless Rolex Watches.
A Pair Of Miguel's Glasses
A Pair Of Shoes
And an Iphone !!!

Inside the Briefcase there were countless contracts and passports for Battagonia , but after finally putting on my Suit , shoes and watch I gathered all my belongings and put them in a suitcase which was picked up by one of Miguel's men , and I drove across the road in style with a
Lamborghini Spider
I felt rich and good in myself when I walked across the top deck of the private ferry , where standing there was Miguel waving at me , Through the loudspeakers the captain said we would be adleast a 1 hour ride. I felt a whoosh of excitment a the prospect of finally seeing the stadium that my international squad to-be would play. On the top deck a few sailors were having a game of football and I saw one excellent prospect who played in Goal , Countless shots were being cannoned at him but it was followed by amazing saves by him.

"You , What's your name?" I said in an excited voice.
"Turan Hall sir," He replied
"I have a proposition for you Turan , would you like to be an international goalkeeper," I said.
"It's always been my dream to be a international player sir , do you really mean it?" he asked in a quivering voice.
"Turan , my friend , look take this passport and tell your captain your coming to Battagonia with me , i'm sure he'll understand." I replied "And call me James," I added hastily
"I accept James , i'll tell my captain," he said really quickly.

Battagonia was a small island just off the coast of Wales , in the centre he island there was a big silver stadium still being constructed , the ferry landed and Turan , Miguel , Vladimir & me stepped out on to the docks , I looked at the the stadium in the centre of the island.

"Coming up James?" Miguel asked me.

I started walking but it felt like I was being watched and one of Miguel's men looked a little bit shifty. After a long walk we finally reached the stadium I saw that one side was completly glass with a large metal roof , also there was a metal side too , Miguel grinned at me as I looked puzzled at the design. Me & Miguel walked through the ticket gate and took the elavator the the top , as we were going up I saw builders adding black and goldseats to the massive stands. Miguel broke the silence by saying,

"The pitch is sunked 25 feet below the ground , there is a club shop and a muesem , The ground has 150 executive boxes , the capacity is 60,000 , it costed £385 Million to build and see that stand," he pointed at the east stand "It will hold 19,000 fans , and the dug-outs are lowered 2 feet below the pitch , you can only get to the dug-outs by walking down the steps and finally the name of this stadium is The Battagonia Patch,"

I was amazed when we reached the top , this was the perfect stadium , and you could see thousands of builders looking up at me , I imagioned seeing 60,000 fans screaming my name , but that slowly dissapeared when Miguel tapped me on the shoulders , he had two contracts in hand.

Vladimir & Turan signed contracts and there pictures taken with black and gold shirt , the photographer then hung thier pictures on the wall with a gold frame. The revulation of battagonia had started.

retired_hulther1

Sounds good!!