theburningred
Antonio Margariiiitiii
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Saturday 3rd July 2010 - 10AM - Welwyn Garden City, Hertfordshire
I rubbed my eyes profusely as I woke up. It was Saturday morning, my day off. The sun was streaming through the windows of my flat, and as I yawned, I looked over at my wife, still asleep, breathing softly. I laughed slightly, as I noticed her hair was in a complete mess, and I sat up on the corner of my bed, yawning and stretching my arms as I did so.
I stood tentativley, being careful not to put too much weight on my left leg. I looked down at my swollen knee, red, and inflamed, as it had been every day since the car accident which had ended my promising football career at the age of just 18. That was nearly 5 years ago now, and I had pretty much turned my back on football since then. Sure, I still watched Premiership games on Sky, but I had moved away to attend university shortly after my accident, and hadn't seen my hometown team since.
As I limped out of the bedroom, I slowly and carefully pulled the door closed, so as not to wake my wife. I walked towards the front door and lifted my copy of the local paper from the door mat. Tucking it under my arm, I yawned again as I flicked on the kitchen light, and turned on the radio. Edith Bowman's voice emanated soothingly from the radio as I poured myself a coffe and sat at the table. I put the newspaper in front of me, and flicked straight to the back page, with one story in particular, for some reason, catching my eye,
As I read through the story, and tentatively sipped my roasting hot coffee, I barely even noticed that my wife had walked into the room. I jumped a little as the familiar smoothness of her arms curled around my neck,
"What are you reading sweetie?" she asked
I flicked the newspaper nonchalantly in her direction, as I took a large gulp of coffee, attempting to release myself from the imminent question,
"Do you never think of getting back into football? I mean, I know you can't play but..." My wife had been there through it all. She knew of my love for football, and how I secretly yearned for any way back into the game. I looked her in the eye, as she scowled at me, and tried not to chuckle.
"Go on," she told me, "It's not like you would be up against much competition!"
Four hours later, and I found myself sitting in front of my laptop...Start>Microsoft Office>Microsoft Word>Blank Document. I took a deep breath and began to type...
I stood tentativley, being careful not to put too much weight on my left leg. I looked down at my swollen knee, red, and inflamed, as it had been every day since the car accident which had ended my promising football career at the age of just 18. That was nearly 5 years ago now, and I had pretty much turned my back on football since then. Sure, I still watched Premiership games on Sky, but I had moved away to attend university shortly after my accident, and hadn't seen my hometown team since.
As I limped out of the bedroom, I slowly and carefully pulled the door closed, so as not to wake my wife. I walked towards the front door and lifted my copy of the local paper from the door mat. Tucking it under my arm, I yawned again as I flicked on the kitchen light, and turned on the radio. Edith Bowman's voice emanated soothingly from the radio as I poured myself a coffe and sat at the table. I put the newspaper in front of me, and flicked straight to the back page, with one story in particular, for some reason, catching my eye,
As I read through the story, and tentatively sipped my roasting hot coffee, I barely even noticed that my wife had walked into the room. I jumped a little as the familiar smoothness of her arms curled around my neck,
"What are you reading sweetie?" she asked
I flicked the newspaper nonchalantly in her direction, as I took a large gulp of coffee, attempting to release myself from the imminent question,
"Do you never think of getting back into football? I mean, I know you can't play but..." My wife had been there through it all. She knew of my love for football, and how I secretly yearned for any way back into the game. I looked her in the eye, as she scowled at me, and tried not to chuckle.
"Go on," she told me, "It's not like you would be up against much competition!"
Four hours later, and I found myself sitting in front of my laptop...Start>Microsoft Office>Microsoft Word>Blank Document. I took a deep breath and began to type...
Scott Hood
Curriculum Vitae
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Curriculum Vitae
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Fast forward three weeks, I'm standing beside a pitch in Eastbourne. My Welwyn Garden City FC side are 4 - 0 down with four minutes to play in a friendly against a side from the division above us. We have barely been out of our half for the entire game, and my players look completely unfit.
I sigh, and turn towards my assistant. As I look at him, a simple raise of his eyebrows says to me "This is going to be a long season..."
I sigh, and turn towards my assistant. As I look at him, a simple raise of his eyebrows says to me "This is going to be a long season..."