TheLuckDuck
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Another year, another FM, another story from yours truly. I did this one last year http://www.fm-base.co.uk/forum/football-manager-2017-manager-stories/362102-%5Binsert-witty-title-here%5D-journeyman-save.html
so far I haven't last a season on FM18, the furthest I've gotten is March before being sacked, Pep Guardiola I am not.
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20th of July 2017
Empty pizza boxes and beer cans littered the floor, with the carpet of the shared accommodation being drowned by a tsunami of last night's litter. I stumbled around the mess, my bare feet stepping into, well, I don't know what and I don't particularly want to find out.
I almost lost my footing as I slalomed around a pile of boxes helpfully noted as the "Leaning Tower of Pizzas" (original guys) into the blissfully and strangely untouched kitchen as I struggled towards the poorly stocked fridge
I heaved the fridge door open to retrieve anything that would quench my thirst and remove my tongue from the bridge of my mouth, where it had been stuck since I'd woken up in a haze on the floor next to my bed. Preferably the drink would be non-alcoholic, but beggars can't be choosers as I poured the liquid down my throat.
I stumbled back into the room grasping my new found friend in one hand as I cleared a space on the sofa for me to perch my **** as I attempted to remember what had caused such a mess, but memories were vague. I spotted my laptop on the table in front of me under another mass of cans, I wondered how it got there before booting it up and opening my email account.
I jumped as I felt something move beneath me before realising it was the foot of one of my housemates, Dave, who had fallen asleep on the dirty old sofa. I moved some of the rubbish off of my friend and he hissed as I did so as I'd obviously awoken him from his sleep. "Gerroff" he moaned
I returned my attention to the laptop in front of me and noticed a strange looking email in my inbox amongst the usual bollocks from the university, opening the email I assumed it was a spoof before seeing the very much official header
"Dave?" I asked "Why do I have an email from Stockport County?"
"Wha- oh yeah, me and a few of the boys sent them your cv a few days ago" he said, perching on his elbow, intrigued by the email
"You did what?" I exclaimed
"Looks like you've got an interview this afternoon" he smirked, peering over my shoulder at the email "I'd hurry up if you were you" he smiled as he lay back on the sofa
I sprinted towards the bathroom, with Dave's laugh providing a soundtrack to expletive heavy thoughts
so far I haven't last a season on FM18, the furthest I've gotten is March before being sacked, Pep Guardiola I am not.
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20th of July 2017
Empty pizza boxes and beer cans littered the floor, with the carpet of the shared accommodation being drowned by a tsunami of last night's litter. I stumbled around the mess, my bare feet stepping into, well, I don't know what and I don't particularly want to find out.
I almost lost my footing as I slalomed around a pile of boxes helpfully noted as the "Leaning Tower of Pizzas" (original guys) into the blissfully and strangely untouched kitchen as I struggled towards the poorly stocked fridge
I heaved the fridge door open to retrieve anything that would quench my thirst and remove my tongue from the bridge of my mouth, where it had been stuck since I'd woken up in a haze on the floor next to my bed. Preferably the drink would be non-alcoholic, but beggars can't be choosers as I poured the liquid down my throat.
I stumbled back into the room grasping my new found friend in one hand as I cleared a space on the sofa for me to perch my **** as I attempted to remember what had caused such a mess, but memories were vague. I spotted my laptop on the table in front of me under another mass of cans, I wondered how it got there before booting it up and opening my email account.
I jumped as I felt something move beneath me before realising it was the foot of one of my housemates, Dave, who had fallen asleep on the dirty old sofa. I moved some of the rubbish off of my friend and he hissed as I did so as I'd obviously awoken him from his sleep. "Gerroff" he moaned
I returned my attention to the laptop in front of me and noticed a strange looking email in my inbox amongst the usual bollocks from the university, opening the email I assumed it was a spoof before seeing the very much official header
"Dave?" I asked "Why do I have an email from Stockport County?"
"Wha- oh yeah, me and a few of the boys sent them your cv a few days ago" he said, perching on his elbow, intrigued by the email
"You did what?" I exclaimed
"Looks like you've got an interview this afternoon" he smirked, peering over my shoulder at the email "I'd hurry up if you were you" he smiled as he lay back on the sofa
I sprinted towards the bathroom, with Dave's laugh providing a soundtrack to expletive heavy thoughts
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