Prologue
As The Sun Shined Through The Many Windows In a Large Office on the borderliine of Spain & Portugal I Was Standing Outside a Large Pine Door Ready To Speak To This
Joquez Mazoulas.
He Was A Brazilian Billionare Who Loved Dancing , He Owned Various Buissness' Across Europe . The Meeting I had with him was strange , As I Walked Through The Pine Door I Realised His Office Was A Massive Dance Studio.
"James , I Presume ? " Asked A Stern Voice.
"Yes," I Replied with a Nervous Voice.
He Came Out Of A Red Curtain And Started Dancing And Said
"I Have A Proposition For You ," He Yelled "You May Not Have No Football Experiance But I Want You To Manage My New Soccer Team , So What Do You Think ?"
"What !" I Asked "I Don't Know About Soccer , Why Pick Me ?"
He Looked At Me & Handed Me A Black Briefcase It Said "JAMES WILLIAMS , CRICKHOLLOW HOTSPUR" I Begun To Stare At , He Started Dancing
"All You Need Is In That Briefcase , Money , Air Tickets & A Suit ," He Said. "There Is No Option , Accept Or Enrique's Hand Might Slip And Break Your Neck."
I Looked Over At The Room And A Big Muscular Man , He Flexed His Muscles At Me.
"Crickhollow Hotspur ?" I Asked
He Stopped Dancing
"Crickhollow Hotspur," He Said "We Will Have A Grant To Join The Blue Square North , But We Have No Team. That Is Your Job James."
Hollow Heads & Hollow Pockets 
Do not start each word with a capital letter. It looks ****ing stupid.
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