Turkish Manager and Arabian Company to give the La Liga a Taste of the Arabian Nights? Chapter I
Once upon a time, in the fabled land of Valencia (which happens to be a big city on the mystical continent of Iberia) there was a football club that was rather big and famous.
This big and famous club shipped their brave manager to a far of island named Angloland to manage some strange other team that, for some strange reason, can't walk on its own. As a result this big Iberian team had no manager to lead them to glory and silverware (and a better ad and shirt deal). The search continued for many-a-day, a manager was even appointed but vanished at midnight only to leave a glass football boot behind him, shame things don't work out like the fairy tales in real life since there happened to be ALOT of men in the fabled city of valencia who wore a size 9.
Just as everything looked bleak and hopeless a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. As the whole board came out of their luxurious offices to see what the commotion was about... they were surprised to see a man on top of a camel backed by 6 more people wearing a strange outfit and ghoutras.
"WHO ARE YOU?" hollered the Valencia Chariman Jaime Orti...
"I am.... ALI AZMO BABA! but you can call me Sir Az Karakurt..." Replied the wierd man with spikey hair and a dodgy goatee...
"WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Asked one of the other senior board members from the balcony.
"We have come on a holy crusade all the way from Arabia to lead your club to silverware and glory so that one day we may stash it in our cave. you see we have every treasure in the known world... EXCEPT for the la liga trophy and Champions League cup!"
The board members mumbled and grunted between themselves then the Chairman came up to the balcony once again and hollered
"GTF out of here ya gits, we don't do buisiness with your types"
"Aha my dear future chariman, alas you have no choice, you are currently surrounded by 40 of my thieves. Now either you let me manage your team or we cash Vicente and Ayala for every cent they are worth and spend it all on women and alcohol..."
the threat hung in the air like a butcher's knife threateningly hovers over a nice healthy cow for its beef.
"VERY WELL WE BLOODY WELL FECKIN' ACCEPT YOU ****" came the reply from the balcony and it was all that was requied for Sir Az the brave to take over at valencia.
Sir Az was immediately declared to the press aling with his 6 New arabian coaches
Chapter II of the Arabian Nights...
Immediate action was taken at Valencia when alot of players, including Marco di Vaio, Mista and many others were sold off to other European clubs to make room for more kitty. As this mass garage sale of players took place new players were also brought in, such as Schwiensteiger, Tuncay, Blondel, Esposito, Cavenaghi, Diego, Vilakazi, Mokoena and many others.
A brand new system was in place and the season was ready to go. Valencia had built a fine squad of young players that not only promised a bright future, but also were rather innefective at the present time.
The Age average at the Valencia first XI was 24.5, the reason for that being Cassillas and Ayala's age mainly. The future was very bright for Sir Az, but the question was weather or not he'd still be there to taste its fruits since after threatening the chariman, mr.orti had also prepared a counter threat by buying off all of Az's 40 theives except for the 6 coaches... a bad way to lose the upper edge.
The First season (2004/2005) was dull, Valencia beat most, lost to many. Sir Az was required to turn back to his home country as well as arabia to tend to treasure building buissiness, and well... his assman was more busy counting the cash than playing on the field.
The Highlight of the season would be the two Barca league games as well as the 2 spanish cup matches, where in all matches Superman-Buckthooth™ and Co (namely Eto'o) managed to beat the Mighty Az Even when they were winning up till the 85th minute.
Sir Az giving his famous "WTF?" gesture at a League game between F.C Barcelona and Valencia C.F
The Season ended with Sir Az securing 3rd place and a nice tasty CL place. The Board was happy with the result surprisingly and the first crucial year was left behind. Az's Men would grow older in time and learn the art of football at its best.
For now everything looks good, its all a matter of staying at the club for one or two more seasons when the fruit will ripen and Sir Az's pockets will grow deeper.
[i]Sir Az during a press conference, trying to explain that he thought 4-4-2 was a new car model rather than a tactical system.
A view of Sir Az's Mansion in the Fabled City of Valencia 
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