Telstar
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- Joined
- Jul 23, 2014
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The Start
I was a good footballer in my days. Well at least in Cyprus' third league, I was one of the greats. I was the most aggressive son of a b*tch there. I must've broken 43 or 45 legs and 67 noses. Those were the days. All that glory was till I was banned from cyprus for forever. Those bastards! No other team dared to sign me. I had to retire at the age of 23..
I went on to become a coach and a manager. I learned and learned and learned... I honestly thought that learning would never end. So I, uh, might've punched my brother in the face. Anyway, thats a story for another time.
I founded a club in Italy. Money came from the likes of Gatorade and FM Base. I've got idea what that FM Base is, but they gave me money so I really didn't care.
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But apparently FM Base has some sort of cult-like following and a bunch of guys (exactly 24) from all over the world showed up behind the club door. They said that they heard Base was financing this club and wanted to join.
Because I had no players I allowed them to join.
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And thats how it all began...