I've started writing my own story and I'm proper into it so I thought I would share it with you guys. I know I haven't been commited with stories but I have alot of free time on my hands and when writing this one I've been addicted to it. I hope its not too boring and feedback is welcomed.
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My Story, My Life
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My Story, My Life
Its Sunday evening, I'm at home enjoying my night with my lovely fiancé Laura and our 10 year old son Danny. I could tell that he was a football fanatic from the early days, he just loves football and talks of one day being like Ronaldo, although I hope he doesn't turn as arrogant as him.
"Dad quick come here look at the news"
Breaking news coming in, Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger has resigned from his position as Arsenal manager after 15 years at the club. Early reports suggest he wanted time out of football for a while and decided to call his time on his rein as manager. We will have more news on this story when we have it
As shocked as I was to see the news, I couldn't help but think maybe this is a sign that someone else can step into the frame and untimately take this club back to its glory days. Whatever the situation, I'm sure the board will choose wisely and carefully before making any rash decisions but you never know.
I've been on the rocks lately, losing my job in the City, having to cope with my friends death just weeks before hand. The only thing keeping me a float at the moment are my son and my Fiancé. I met Laura on a night out one Saturday night. She looked a bit down at the bar on her own so I made my move and we got talking, we got talking all night and danced like maniacs on the dance floor and then the rest, as they say, is history. Anyways, I take a moment and look at Sky Sports News, reports coming in that apparently Harry Redknapp is interested in the position as Arsenal manager, It wouldn't surprise me really, he's managed West Ham & Tottenham so anything could happen and I wouldn't put it past him being named as manager. Andre Villias Boas, apparently is in pole position to take over as manager. He had a torrid time at Chelsea but I've always rated him a top manager, would be a good appointment I think. Just then my son says,
"Someone great will manage that club, I just know it"
"What Harry? you got be joking"
"I don't mean him, Dad"
Walking into the kitchen, i grab a glass of whiskey and start pouring myself a glass when my fiancé says,
"Sam, I just had a thought, you have all your coaching badges right? Well why don't you apply for the post as Arsenal manager?"
"Me? Your having a laugh right? We have more chance of winning the lottery than me becoming Arsenal manager babe and you know that"
"It wouldn't hurt to apply though would it? Come on, please do it. For me. What have you got to lose?"
Ahh yes, those words "what have you got to lose". How many times I have heard that over the years. Still, maybe she was right, I have my coaching badges. The only thing is I will look like a right idiot when the owner see's my application, I could just imagine him now sitting back in his multi million pound mansion or laying in his massage chair in his private jet coming back from Barbados with a cocktail and a massive grin on his face laughing away. Still, I guess I have nothing to lose really so, why not? The worst that could happen is I get made to look stupid, the best that could happen is I end up managing a top English club.
It's hitting that time of night when I'm feeling a bit tipsy flicking through the TV to find something good watch. I felt like a *** with a glass of whiskey in one hand and the remote control in the other. I stare into thin air and pressing the arrow on the remote to flick through channels blistfully unaware that I had gone through every single channel more than once. I again take a sip from my glass, the warm feeling rushing down my throat and burning in my stomach filled me with excitement as I finished off the glass and poured myself another. If I'm not careful, sooner or later, I will turn into an alcoholic or even worse end up in hospital. Or dead.
I only started drinking since my best friend Alex died 2 years ago. He was killed in a hit and run accident after storming out of his house after having an arugument with his wife. She can never forgive herself and she blames herself for his death but honestly, she was never to know that he was going to get run over. I haven't really been able to cope with his loss, he was like a brother to me and losing him felt like a part of me had gone away, forever. I was at work when I got the news and since that very day, I've been stuck to drink. I lost my job a few weeks after and since then I've been drinking, and drinking more heavily to the point when I pass out on my own sofa with a bottle in my hand. Lately, I've been getting better thanks to Laura mainly and my son. I turn my head towards the door way where Laura stands there.
"I'm going to bed, I got work tomorrow, you coming up soon?"
"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute darling, just gonna finish this drink and have a ***"
As she walks up them stairs I can hear the stairs creaking I look to the side and see the state of the hall and the stairs. I take one moment and think to myself, We really need a better life....at that moment, I write myself a letter with my managers CV and pop it into a envelope ready to be posted in the morning. It may have been the drink but I thought to myself I really need a change of life, I can't keep living like this and I need to do something about it because I wont be nothing when I'm older and retired. With a *** in my mouth I write a note on a peice of paper for Laura to post it on the way to work tomorrow. I finish my last sip of whiskey and walk up the stairs using the gaurdrail as support to stop me falling down the stairs. Walking into the room, I think to myself, "tomorrows going to be different". With that thought inside my head, I get into bed before the dark night decends over my house in East London and slowly I drift off to sleep.
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