BaP Team Mode Story - US Against Them

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Things just took an interesting turn for the better! If you had only gone for a metal leg we could of called you Iron man! Never mind, PegLeg shall suffice!
 
Well, we can call him Woodman too ^^

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Our new boss, mates ^^

Impressive win against Elche, our cup run might have come to an end now that Valencia is around the corner... But hey we've done an amazing performance for a bunch of first timers.
So better be proud of it whatever it may happen on the next round.
 
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Next match was against Tenerife. I didn't consider it an important match. We were in the first position in the league and we were ahead of second position by 18 points. So I decided to stay home. I was only going to tell Pedro who to play, which tactic to use and how the players should play. Besides, I needed some rest. The ext match after Tenerife would be against Valencia. I want to win that one so badly.


Ah, I still have to deal with the people, who Pedro brought in. Maybe I'll just use them as tutors and those who refuse will move to Universitario. Yes, that sounds like a solid plan.

I started making plans who tutors who.

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All others will join Diarra at Universitario. Maybe they can even make Uni get a promotion to Adelante.

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I was in my home. It was the twentieth January. The date reminded me of twentieth century fox.


It was time to get beaten by Valencia. I was pessimistic about the game. The best I could see us perform was a draw.


Before I left home, the alcoholic in me filled my fake leg, the peg leg, with vodka. It wasn't the fake vodka they sell in America. It was real Russian vodka. One of the benefits of living in Europe.


I left home, called a cab and drove to the estadio.
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Just flattened the battery on my phone reading through this. ****** brilliant guys, keep it up! Had me in stitches at times. Most enjoyable read ive had in a while. :D
 

The reason I played youngsters, teenagers, was simple. I didn't like the owner. Although he was the first person ever to hire me, he made jokes about me and my illnesses. He was a teenager, just like my players. I played teenagers, just so I could show Alan, how far people of his age have gone. And while these kids were playing in adelante, ****, almost in BBVA, professional football, he was at home eating burritos, kebabs and McDonald's Happy Meal hoping to get some toy Minions. While my players were on top of the league, he was on top of everything with his large belly.


It's time for me to put on my game face. Time to meet the villains of my team - Valencia.

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I was going to use an attacking formation, to get an early goal, but decided against it. Going with counter-attacking. It's our best chance. Defend, like our lives depended on it and then attack out of the blue like we are going to die if we don't score.


When I stepped out of the changing room onto the side of the pitch, it got cold. It was breezy with a chance of rain, like the more sane Brick Tamland would say. I took of my peg leg and drank some of Smirnoff to get some warmth. It was time to play. I sat down, cause it was too hard to stand on my leg.



However, it looked like my counter-attacking tactic didn't work. Valencia took the lead early on with Rober, a 22 year old winger, scoring with just 9 minutes into game. This was it. We were going to lose. I knew it. I had lost all of my faith. I didn't even want to change tactics. It didn't matter. We can't beat someone like Valencia and Negredo. They are too good.

Then a miracle happened. Johnson took a chance and shot at the goal from outside the box. Diego Alves diverted the ball to his right, where for Alves's horror stood Dickson waiting for a rebound to score. And exactly that, Aidan, did. We equalized. It was 1-1. I felt happier, but I was sure we weren't gonna make it out alive.

First half finished. Second half began.

I didn't change anything.

To my surprise Valencia were miserable in the second half. But my guys were on fire. Something had lit in there hearts. Perhaps it was the speech Dickson gave, because I couldn't see myself giving it. I was too beat and depressed.

The kids just went on further down the pitch were they only shot at Diego. But it didn't work. Diego Alves was like Spiderman in goal. Nothing got through.

85th minute and still nothing.

I started to leave, when Pedro said "Wait, don't go yet. I can feel it in my bones that something is about to happen." Apperantly his grandmother and mother were witches. I honestly thought it was a bunch of horse ****. But I stayed anyway. Just to see if had told me the truth about his family the first time I met him.

He was right. Something did happen. Hall passed to Harrison. Harrison dribbled passed Mustafi. And he shoots, but Alves, once again, turned the ball away. But, like last time, Scott stood right there next to Diego, waiting for his moment. Alves was down on the ground, yelling at the defenders to get the ball. It didn't help. Scott put the ball away like he got tucked away at bedtime by his mother - calmly and safely.

We went into the lead. 2-1.

WE WON!! 2-1!!!

I couldn't care less. Iwas already hammered by the second half. The players carried me in, while chanting "Telstar, Telstar, Telstar". They put me down and I went to sleep.


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I feel like I have just reached hero status, Scoring a 90th minute winner against Valencia!
 
Hey... I didn't score but I kept their attackers at bay (quite feat to stop the Alcácer, Rodrigo, Negredo...), heck I was even named man of the match... for once.

Nice victory, but don't let your guard down.
We still have to go to Mestalla and the goal scored by them in our home gives them plenty of chances to advance to the next round.
Good luck on Valencia as we all still need it.
 


We were travelling to Ponferrada for our next game with Ponferradini by bus. I was sitting in front of the bus and the youths at the back of the bus. Typical young people, sitting in the back listening to music and talking stupid things.



We had 46 kilometers to go when I heard Anderson say something about my leg. I sat up, started walking to the back of the bus. I saw, how they stopped laughing and saying to Marcus to calm down.

I stood in front of Marcus and his teammates. I looked good at them to put the fear of gods in them. It worked. Marcus started nervously biting his lower lip. He was sweating.


"What's so funny?" I asked. I could see they were all too scared of me to speak. I liked it.
"What is so funny?" I repeated, saying one word at a time.

"No-no-nothing, sir," Michel told me.

I looked at Dalle and said: "I wasn't asking you. I was asking Anderson. Now, Marcus, tell me, what's so funny?"

Marcus: "Like Michel said, nothing, sir."

"Was it my leg you were making fun of? I mean, my no-leg is funny, eh?"

I took off my peg leg and showed it to him, aggressively.

"This is so funny, yeah? Do you want one too? I can cut your leg off if you want to wear a peg leg. Oh yeah, peg legs are so cool and funny. Look at me, I got a peg leg. I must be awesome now, You ******."

Then I hit him with my leg right in the face and walked away. They were all shocked. They feared me more than ever. Marcus wasn't gonna play next game. He will maybe get a game against Valencia, but only if he acts good the following days.
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Telstar said:
If you want to be incidents then stop being in wrong places. Think of it like not being in offside anymore :)
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Oh I don't know, it's not like I CAN train my VIRTUAL self to STOP BEING OFFSIDE as such. :P

And BTW, you said that wrong. If I was in all the wrong places, I would be in them, because I would be at the wrong place at the wrong time! :D
 
Someone must have eaten Burrito! He's stayed in the fridge for too long, has cone cold and rotten!
 
"my no-leg is funny, eh?"

What a great line.

But....Is Gigante playing?

(Also Juan Arango may be a good tutor for someone, if hes still playing)...(actually, he may have **** determination)
 
Average Joe said:
"my no-leg is funny, eh?"

What a great line.

But....Is Gigante playing?

(Also Juan Arango may be a good tutor for someone, if hes still playing)...(actually, he may have **** determination)
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Thanks!

He is playing. Not his best but, uh, playing.

Arango has determination of 9
 
Ah, shame as he is great technically!

Gigante doesn't get the ratings he deserves, always seems to have a lot of tackles and headers won. Good for breaking up play. Guess the game rates attacking numbers more :(
 
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It was a tough result to take. I knew that we had been overachieving for a while, first dominating the league and then reaching the Quarter Final of Spanish Cup. Even though we had been playing too well and at some point we had to lose, I still wanted to go through to the Semi's.

I had conflicting feelings about the result. One part on my body told me "I wish we would have gone through" and another part told me "Good we didn't go through. Better lose 1-0 than lose 10-0 against Barcelona".
I didn't know how to feel about the result anymore.

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