Hello everyone,
What follows is my second attempt at writing a Football Manager story. The first was in 2004 with CM 03/04 and was pretty terrible! I had created a world league based on the English FA system and incorporated a side-story involving Stephane Henchoz's family kidnapping my manager's child.....yeah......
What you'll find below is a wall of text. I'm not a fan of stories with pictures/screen grabs or ones that are just results-based. I'll use a FM-save to help guide me along and provide something of a timeline but, largely, the football will be the background. The main story will be......well, you'll soon see!
THIS STORY CONTAINS FAIRLY REGULAR COARSE LANGUAGE - THE MODS HAVE ADVISED THAT AS LONG AS ITS CONTEXTUAL, INOFFENSIVE AND IS NOT OVER-THE-TOP THEN IT IS ALL GOOD. IF ANYONE HAS ANY ISSUES WITH THE CONTENT, PLEASE PM ME!
"So I?m sorry Johnny, we won?t be able to offer you a new contract. The club feels that it needs to go in a new direction, develop a new style of play in order to compete with the bigger squads and get that promotion we?ve desired for years. You?ve still got football left in you, but just not here I?m afraid."
Those were the words I had been dreading to hear. The gaffer telling me that I was too old and lame to play football in League Two any more. He was right, of course, at 34 I had played over 500 competitive matches for a number of different teams. I had suffered repeated injuries to my ankle and I just did not have the speed or stamina that I once did.
Nobody likes hearing that your career is over though. We were a tight-knit bunch at Wycombe; everyone got along and the majority of us had been together at the club for the last 3 seasons. Being forced out, having to leave on someone else?s terms rather than my own was a hit to my ego.
That afternoon, once the formal FA paperwork had been processed and I was officially off-contract I had a couple of calls from clubs wanting my services. They did not feel that 34 (and half a right ankle) was too old for football!
Kidderminster and Grimsby were the first calls, offering to put a two year contract worth $350 and $425 respectively in front of me. I told them I?d call them back; I could not make a decision that quickly! I mean, I had not even cleared out my locker yet!
The next phone call I got was from Tom Jennings, the sports columnist at The Wycombe Way wanting to chat about my retirement. My retirement!? Who said anything about me retiring I asked!
?Well, Johnny, it?s a well reported fact that you?ve only got half an ankle now and lets be honest, your passing ability was suspect at the least all last season. Maybe this is a sign??
Retirement! Hang on, it was only five hours ago that I was wondering were the pre-season friendlies would be taking place next season! Now all of a sudden, I don?t have a contract, no-hope Conference teams are offering me contracts and the media thinks I?ve retired! Talk about the world coming crashing down around my head. I need a drink?
Four days later I woke up on the floor of a shower cubicle with an angry cleaning lady screaming at me? ?Vem den fan er du!? Vem den fan er du!!??? Vem den fan indeed??..
What follows is my second attempt at writing a Football Manager story. The first was in 2004 with CM 03/04 and was pretty terrible! I had created a world league based on the English FA system and incorporated a side-story involving Stephane Henchoz's family kidnapping my manager's child.....yeah......
What you'll find below is a wall of text. I'm not a fan of stories with pictures/screen grabs or ones that are just results-based. I'll use a FM-save to help guide me along and provide something of a timeline but, largely, the football will be the background. The main story will be......well, you'll soon see!
THIS STORY CONTAINS FAIRLY REGULAR COARSE LANGUAGE - THE MODS HAVE ADVISED THAT AS LONG AS ITS CONTEXTUAL, INOFFENSIVE AND IS NOT OVER-THE-TOP THEN IT IS ALL GOOD. IF ANYONE HAS ANY ISSUES WITH THE CONTENT, PLEASE PM ME!
*As Yet Untitled*
- Johnny's Story
Introduction- Johnny's Story
"So I?m sorry Johnny, we won?t be able to offer you a new contract. The club feels that it needs to go in a new direction, develop a new style of play in order to compete with the bigger squads and get that promotion we?ve desired for years. You?ve still got football left in you, but just not here I?m afraid."
Those were the words I had been dreading to hear. The gaffer telling me that I was too old and lame to play football in League Two any more. He was right, of course, at 34 I had played over 500 competitive matches for a number of different teams. I had suffered repeated injuries to my ankle and I just did not have the speed or stamina that I once did.
Nobody likes hearing that your career is over though. We were a tight-knit bunch at Wycombe; everyone got along and the majority of us had been together at the club for the last 3 seasons. Being forced out, having to leave on someone else?s terms rather than my own was a hit to my ego.
That afternoon, once the formal FA paperwork had been processed and I was officially off-contract I had a couple of calls from clubs wanting my services. They did not feel that 34 (and half a right ankle) was too old for football!
Kidderminster and Grimsby were the first calls, offering to put a two year contract worth $350 and $425 respectively in front of me. I told them I?d call them back; I could not make a decision that quickly! I mean, I had not even cleared out my locker yet!
The next phone call I got was from Tom Jennings, the sports columnist at The Wycombe Way wanting to chat about my retirement. My retirement!? Who said anything about me retiring I asked!
?Well, Johnny, it?s a well reported fact that you?ve only got half an ankle now and lets be honest, your passing ability was suspect at the least all last season. Maybe this is a sign??
Retirement! Hang on, it was only five hours ago that I was wondering were the pre-season friendlies would be taking place next season! Now all of a sudden, I don?t have a contract, no-hope Conference teams are offering me contracts and the media thinks I?ve retired! Talk about the world coming crashing down around my head. I need a drink?
Four days later I woke up on the floor of a shower cubicle with an angry cleaning lady screaming at me? ?Vem den fan er du!? Vem den fan er du!!??? Vem den fan indeed??..