1.Introduction
It's Firday, 15th June. A ordinary day like any other, at least so it seems. The sound of the alarm wakes me up. It's 8 o'clock and i don't have any disposition to go to work. I hope they'll fire me and so i hated that job.
Who am I ? That's a good question. I'm James Parker ,an semi-professional footballer. When i was 16 i played as a youth at Leeds, then i moved in Nottingham. Many coaches admired my skills, but in the end i failed to reach the big leauge due an injury. It was so frustrating, i felt that everything collapses. Even the president of the club felt sorry for me, he said he would do everything for me.. that was bullshit. He didn't gave me any money, not even an euro. An useless promise.
Now, I am 26 and nothing changed. I got the certificate of football manager three months ago. It's in a perfect condition, but it had not any use so far. I am an insurance broker and like I said before, I hate my job. I have only a dream: to become a football manager.
My phone is ringing, is my boss. Probably he observed that i'm not at work. Should i answer? Hm.. A difficult question.
" Hello?"
"Mr. Parker?"
"I'm afraid he is not at home. He is at hospital"
"And who are you, excuse me?"
"I'm a friend of James, he let me in charge of taking care of his home."
"Oh.. So that's why he didn't go to work. It is bad?"
"Not really, just a broken hand. He feels good. Don't worry"
"That's good. I hope he will get well soon."
"Yeah. Me too"
"Ok, then. Goodbye, Mr."
"Goodbye"
I just lied my boss, but i got rid of going to work.
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