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'From the depths of Belgrade, to the heights of the World Cup'
NOTE TO READERS: I KNOW I HAVE LOTS OF STORIES BUT DUE TO NOT HAVING FM11 TILL XMAS, I AM GOING TO PLAY THIS SAVE UNTIL I GET IT. THANKYOU FOR FOLLOWING, MUCH LOVE, TYKEYO.
NOTE TO READERS: I KNOW I HAVE LOTS OF STORIES BUT DUE TO NOT HAVING FM11 TILL XMAS, I AM GOING TO PLAY THIS SAVE UNTIL I GET IT. THANKYOU FOR FOLLOWING, MUCH LOVE, TYKEYO.
Vladan Lukic sat still, gaze firmly fixed on the wall. The stentch of sweat intoxicated his throat but he moved nowhere. How did it come to this? The forty-year-old ex footballer Vladan Lukic was travelling on a train through the depths of inner Serbia to watch his former team play. He was travelling alone, usually his son would come along to watch as well but he had began to grow up and was out with his friends locally. Vladan sat silent. The rest of the carriage was silent as well, one elderly looking man lay across three seats on the opposite side of the train and looked dead at first glance but upon deciding to inspect him Lukic was scared off as he groaned out loud rolling onto his side and revealing an empty bottle of 40% russian Vodka. The train began to come to a shuddering hault and Vladan pulled himself to his feet, he went to make his way off the train when someone held him back. He jolted, unexpectedly and swung himself round to see a man who he had not seen on the carriage for the whole of the train journey. The man offered his hand to Vladan.
'My name is Senad Vucinivic. It's your lucky day, my boy."
Vladan was confused, but went along with it walking with him new accomplice, Senad just so happened to have a spare box-seat and offered Lukic it for free. Lukic happily obliged and took his seat in the box at Serbia's most wonderful stadium. After a while of general chit-chat, Senad finally asked.
"So how would you feel if I offered you a way back into football."
Vladan's face lit-up but realising who he was in the company of, he hid his joy and instead nodded. As they grew further into the conversation Vladan get less and less enthusiastic realising he has never had any coaching experience before in his life, yes he was an ex-footballer but he had never tried anything like this before and after a while of Senad talking to him about general stuff he finally cut to the chase.
"I have been sent from the Serbian FA to offer you the job as Head Coach of the Serbian National Team."
The dream had come true and Lukic settled back into his leather seat with a hot cup of Belgian coffee ready to watch his team, as the whistle blew.
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---------- Post added at 01:09 AM ---------- Previous post was yesterday at 07:04 PM ----------
ASSISTANT MANAGER.
I sat in my shiny new office behind a large wooden desk, the office was fairly big.. 10x10 metres I would say. Among the line of stationary and writing uttensials on my desk was a brand new Apple Mac and a new iPhone. No-one else from the Serbian FA worked in my office, just myself in the main building in the middle of Belgrade. However, some of my coaches and staff were stationed around this area. However, my first task since becoming Serbian manager was deciding on my new Assistant Manager, I had a perfect idea of who I wanted but whether they were ready would be a completely different story. My eyes wattered in anticipation as I scrolled down the page of candidates, I saw 'his' name, clicking on it.
"That's the guy.."
A new window popped open displaying all the current facts on the man in question. Current Assistant Manager at Red Star Belgrade Vladan Milojevics' career has spanned a fantastic 18 years, player and coach, playing for Panithinikos at the height of his fame. I sat back in my chair, stroking my chin and rocking side to side on my new office leather chair. I read across his description as a youth coach and then looked at his contact information. I saw his mobile number, picking up my iPhone I punched in the digits and awaited the ring, it cut straight off.
"Wrong number." I grimaced.
Shaking my head I clicked onto his email address and typed up a quick email requesting him to come and visit me at the Serbian FA headquarters urgently, a reply pinged back straight away.. it simply said.
"On my way.."
...
I sat back in anticipation, me and Vladan had gone years back, we were friends when I was playing for Red Star. I couldn't wait to work alongside him for the first time, we had the potential to become the best partnership ever, I already knew I was going to offer him the job.. I think he knew aswell, it was whether he accepted it or not. After this, I think I'm going to take a plane journey to Milan to talk to my captain Dejan Stankovic and then off to England to meet my star central back Nemanja Vidic, yeah.. that'll do me till August and I compete in my first game as manager.
I had lost track of time in my train of thought and through the door stepped Vladan Milojevic. I got to my feet, offering my hand, he took it in mutual respect. He both nodded to each other. He smiled and I returned the favour, we both sat down, me one side of the desk, himself, the other.
"Good to see you again, Mr. Lukíc." He grinned.
For a while, we spoke about the old times and some of the crazy Serbian parties we had been to in our day and about the Yugoslavian National Team and about the current state of Football and how Red Star were doing so far this season but after a while we got down to business and instead of wasting both of our times, I put a contract down on the with a pen and slid it across to him. He looked at me inquisitively. I looked at him, I smiled.
"Don't you want the job then?"
He looked at me astonished, without wasting another split second he snatched the pen off the contract and scribbled down his signature in Serbian I think, even me, a Serbian born man, couldn't understand his signature. He slammed the pen of the desk and smiled at me..
Perhaps the greatest managing team in the country, had been born.. lets hope so.
I sat back in anticipation, me and Vladan had gone years back, we were friends when I was playing for Red Star. I couldn't wait to work alongside him for the first time, we had the potential to become the best partnership ever, I already knew I was going to offer him the job.. I think he knew aswell, it was whether he accepted it or not. After this, I think I'm going to take a plane journey to Milan to talk to my captain Dejan Stankovic and then off to England to meet my star central back Nemanja Vidic, yeah.. that'll do me till August and I compete in my first game as manager.
I had lost track of time in my train of thought and through the door stepped Vladan Milojevic. I got to my feet, offering my hand, he took it in mutual respect. He both nodded to each other. He smiled and I returned the favour, we both sat down, me one side of the desk, himself, the other.
"Good to see you again, Mr. Lukíc." He grinned.
For a while, we spoke about the old times and some of the crazy Serbian parties we had been to in our day and about the Yugoslavian National Team and about the current state of Football and how Red Star were doing so far this season but after a while we got down to business and instead of wasting both of our times, I put a contract down on the with a pen and slid it across to him. He looked at me inquisitively. I looked at him, I smiled.
"Don't you want the job then?"
He looked at me astonished, without wasting another split second he snatched the pen off the contract and scribbled down his signature in Serbian I think, even me, a Serbian born man, couldn't understand his signature. He slammed the pen of the desk and smiled at me..
Perhaps the greatest managing team in the country, had been born.. lets hope so.
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