Gabriel Sutton
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Wednesday 26th May 1999
A pub in Manchester
"Beckham.. into Sheringham, AND SOLSKJAER HAS WON IT!"
Manchester United hadwon the Champions League for the first time under Alex Ferguson at the NouCamp. They had overturned Bayern Munich with two goals in injury time to givethem a famous treble and Ferguson, a knighthood.
Gabriel Sutton was a 21-year-old central midfielder hopingto break into the Manchester City first team as an academy graduate. He was ona night out with Kevin Horlock and Paul 'The Wasp' Dickov, having just beatenWigan at Maine Road to get into the Division Two Playoff Final against TonyPulis's Gillingham.
Horlock sighed when the United result was confirmed."This is ******* me off. What are we doing here? We should be winning titles at the top, playing in Europe, being the best. Not in the third bloodytier. Do you think we'll ever be better than Manchester United?"
"We will." said Gabriel with an air of assurance. "I promise you. Someday."
"We've got a massive game on Sunday first though lads." Interjected Paul Dickov.
Gabriel was determined to win. "We have to beat Gillingham and get back into the second tier of English football. That's where our journey starts."
He struggled to get to sleep that night. The prospect of playing in front of 75,000 odd fans at Wembley that Sunday was a daunting one. What if he messed up? What if he made a fool of himself and disappeared. Vanished into the midst of time and space in non-league obscurity. Forgotten. Gone. Forever.
No. This wasn't going to him. This was his shot at the big time, he wasn't going to let negative thoughts and alcohol stop him from helping his beloved Manchester City reaching the Premier League and fulfillinghis dream. He would go to the gym tommorrow after training. Gabriel Sutton was a man on a mission. And he would succeed. Someday.
A pub in Manchester
"Beckham.. into Sheringham, AND SOLSKJAER HAS WON IT!"
Manchester United hadwon the Champions League for the first time under Alex Ferguson at the NouCamp. They had overturned Bayern Munich with two goals in injury time to givethem a famous treble and Ferguson, a knighthood.
Gabriel Sutton was a 21-year-old central midfielder hopingto break into the Manchester City first team as an academy graduate. He was ona night out with Kevin Horlock and Paul 'The Wasp' Dickov, having just beatenWigan at Maine Road to get into the Division Two Playoff Final against TonyPulis's Gillingham.
Horlock sighed when the United result was confirmed."This is ******* me off. What are we doing here? We should be winning titles at the top, playing in Europe, being the best. Not in the third bloodytier. Do you think we'll ever be better than Manchester United?"
"We will." said Gabriel with an air of assurance. "I promise you. Someday."
"We've got a massive game on Sunday first though lads." Interjected Paul Dickov.
Gabriel was determined to win. "We have to beat Gillingham and get back into the second tier of English football. That's where our journey starts."
He struggled to get to sleep that night. The prospect of playing in front of 75,000 odd fans at Wembley that Sunday was a daunting one. What if he messed up? What if he made a fool of himself and disappeared. Vanished into the midst of time and space in non-league obscurity. Forgotten. Gone. Forever.
No. This wasn't going to him. This was his shot at the big time, he wasn't going to let negative thoughts and alcohol stop him from helping his beloved Manchester City reaching the Premier League and fulfillinghis dream. He would go to the gym tommorrow after training. Gabriel Sutton was a man on a mission. And he would succeed. Someday.
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