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Not done a story about 1 specific player before, so here we go.
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“Please to have you on board, son” smiled Alan Matthews, the 48-year-old manager of Irish side Bray Wanderers as he shook my hand
“Happy to be here, Boss” I replied, before grabbing my rucksack with training kit in and turning to make my way out of his cramped office
“I’m sure you’re family’ll be over the moon, lad” he said as I walked through his door and turned left down the corridor
“I’m sure they will” I called as he quietly closed the door and I started walking towards reception.
I made my way out of the training ground and walked to the nearby bus stop with my bag slung over my shoulder. It didn’t take long before the bus arrived and I was on my way back to John’s house on the outskirts of the Bray city centre.
I’d been spotted playing for my local side, Ely Rangers, back home in Cardiff by John Wilmott, an Irish scout who had come to watch a boy who had Irish heritage play against me. He had obviously been impressed by me so he invited me to Ireland and set me up with a week’s trial at Bray Wanderers. After a long week where my nerves almost got the better of me on more than one occasion, I was invited to the manager’s office and offered a contract, which I duly signed, tying me down to four years with the Irish club.
The Player
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“Please to have you on board, son” smiled Alan Matthews, the 48-year-old manager of Irish side Bray Wanderers as he shook my hand
“Happy to be here, Boss” I replied, before grabbing my rucksack with training kit in and turning to make my way out of his cramped office
“I’m sure you’re family’ll be over the moon, lad” he said as I walked through his door and turned left down the corridor
“I’m sure they will” I called as he quietly closed the door and I started walking towards reception.
I made my way out of the training ground and walked to the nearby bus stop with my bag slung over my shoulder. It didn’t take long before the bus arrived and I was on my way back to John’s house on the outskirts of the Bray city centre.
I’d been spotted playing for my local side, Ely Rangers, back home in Cardiff by John Wilmott, an Irish scout who had come to watch a boy who had Irish heritage play against me. He had obviously been impressed by me so he invited me to Ireland and set me up with a week’s trial at Bray Wanderers. After a long week where my nerves almost got the better of me on more than one occasion, I was invited to the manager’s office and offered a contract, which I duly signed, tying me down to four years with the Irish club.
The Player
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