I've adapted to a new style of FM story writing, tell me what you think. My new Manchester United Save.
I groaned, as I heavily dropped my hand onto the alarm clock that lay on the woodwork beside my bed. Last night had been dreadful... I was out for the majority of the night attempting to satisfy the ever-persistent public who can't seem to resist good old gossip.
I am formally known as Mace Haven. A modest background bearing in mind the fact that I am a clever individual. I 'endured' school from nursery to university and graduated with distinctions in three areas. With six A*s and five As at GCSE level, i could argue that I was a bright lad. Nevertheless, I'm sure you are not at all interested in my past and qualifications but rather what I had to offer career wise... Artistic yet Disciplined. This is what I was like in my sporting days. I played Rugby for the school team and accumulated 11 pieces of silverware over my 7 year-stay excluding 4 individual awards. Unfortunately I was never able to go any further than Semi-Professional football so in that department I lacked. I played as a defensive midfielder. Captained my team and captained upon reaching adulthood. My position was natural to me, my work rate, teamwork and defensive capabilities as well as my influence over my team mates meant that the coach developed a 4-1-2-2-1 formation based around me. I was responsible for the organisation of the defence and covering of the attack and we were scarcely beaten. But what was a profession became a hobby, the hobby became a dream, and slowly but surely my love of participating in football faded. I designed various everyday items for use and in the latter stages of my twenties became an entrepreneur of the modern industry. Creating works of art in my spare time, I soon met and settled with a 25 year-old lady by the name of Sonia Blackthorne and at the age of 27; I became a father. Ten years later, I have decided to revive my love of football and what better chance than the one presented at Manchester United, the club of my childhood dreams. Ferguson has left a void at the club which I am very much eager to occupy...
Any sane individual would stress to me that this was an impossible task, an unconquerable feat. "Dream on, Ace..." One of my colleagues mocked upon hearing of my intentions. I agree that this will be an uphill task but what more could I need to take control of the club. I started the morning in a very disgruntled manner, so dishevelled in fact, that I had to pay close attention to the way I was talking to my wife. I didn't drink. The occasional glass of whisky but it was never more than occasional. I sluggishly put on some appropriate attire after completing my morning routine, which consisted of a smart black suit and a red tie. My breakfast was placed before me in a whole-heartedly fashion and I consumed it hastily, regaining my usual composure as the morning progressed...
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lol do your best, good luck!