Gabriel Sutton
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Wednesday 26th May 1999
A pub in Manchester
"Beckham.. into Sheringham, AND SOLSKJAER HAS WON IT!"
Manchester United had won the Champions League for the first time under Alex Ferguson at the Nou Camp. They had overturned Bayern Munich with two goals in injury time to give them a famous treble and Ferguson, a knighthood.
Gabriel Sutton was a 21-year-old central midfielder hoping to break into the Manchester City first team as an academy graduate. He was on a night out with Kevin Horlock and Paul 'The Wasp' Dickov, having just beaten Wigan at Maine Road to get into the Division Two Playoff Final against Tony Pulis's Gillingham.
Horlock sighed when the 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 ****** tier. 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 the Millenium Stadium 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 fulfilling his 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 had won the Champions League for the first time under Alex Ferguson at the Nou Camp. They had overturned Bayern Munich with two goals in injury time to give them a famous treble and Ferguson, a knighthood.
Gabriel Sutton was a 21-year-old central midfielder hoping to break into the Manchester City first team as an academy graduate. He was on a night out with Kevin Horlock and Paul 'The Wasp' Dickov, having just beaten Wigan at Maine Road to get into the Division Two Playoff Final against Tony Pulis's Gillingham.
Horlock sighed when the 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 ****** tier. 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 the Millenium Stadium 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 fulfilling his dream. He would go to the gym tommorrow after training. Gabriel Sutton was a man on a mission. And he would succeed. Someday.