GardnerGFC
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Urghhhhh, my head...Wha, wha, what the f**k happened last night! What time is it? Holy s**t!! late for training! I jumped in my Lamborghini Gallardo and sped of to the training ground despite most likely being over the limit, it's not that bad man! Only 2 hours late.
I arrived at the training ground and....S**T!! The gaffer standing infront of my parking bay, were you been?, ahhh i got caught up Jose, doctors appointment yana... He replies with a unhappy look "Your sick?, report to the physio in his office." How bad could it be?, doctor has a look at me, pretend im sick. SORTED
"ohkayyy, we need a blood sample from you then you can report back on the training pitch" soon as the doc took my blood for god knows what reason, i was soon on the training pitches with the boys.
Right, today boy's we are having a little match, 7 a-side. He splitts us up in teams and as soon as we kick off i find myself running through, "Yessss im open Benz" Benzema plays me through, i go past Ramos, then tuck it in the top corner, just out of reach of Iker, No chanceee!
I looked for the gaffer, expecting him to be happy. But what do i find?, him storming at me from the offices. I wasn't sure to either run or hide, he looked like he was going to rip my head off!.
"Gaff, you see that goal? That's why you payed all that money for me right?" I tried to joke, to see if he was not angry with me.
"Suspended" he said.
"Wha, what you mean boss!!?" "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, PLAYBOY!"
I thought it was best to leave, i ran to the changers and avoided a shower and swiftly left the training ground in my car, thinking what i had done...
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