Hey, I'm currently on holiday in France, and with the lack of internet, Football Manager is a no go. But, always look on the bright side as they say. I've been planning to do a story about my current FM game as soon as it got to the right point (all will become clear), and figured now was as good a time to upload what I'd written as any. It's written in the same style as http://www.fm-base.co.uk/forum/football-manager-2010-fm-stories/41906-being-bastian-bayern-munich-story.html, and hopefully this can be half as good as that one. The first couple of updates have already been written, but I will carry on once I get back.
So yeah, have a read, tell me what you think, and above all, enjoy...
1st August 2021, 5:00pm, Car
‘’A Club Legend.’’
Those were the exact words he used. The words that pushed my chest out like a proud Lion, and caused my heart to beat at double the pace when I realised what those words meant, the pressure I was under.
I had managed my beloved for ten years now. Wow, ten years. I remember that first day like a child remembers his first day of school, or like a husband would remember that first date. A nostalgic smile fell upon my face. How I had almost burst with excitement when I heard the words:
‘’The job’s yours.’’
I had driven like a madman on the way home, almost hitting an unsuspecting Seat León driver. His angered horn blasts couldn’t faze me; I had to get home to reveal the news.
Today, my wife Maria greeted me with the same hug as she did on that day ten years ago. We had met the night after winning the league title in 1998. No matter how many trophies I have won in my career, both as a player and a manager, I will always remember that year more fondly than the rest.
We headed into the city centre, took an afternoon stroll down La Rambla, before sitting down to a meal at our favourite restaurant. Pepe attended to us as usual, as he did the first time me and Maria sat down to a meal as a married couple. I laughed at his cheesy sense of humour with more gusto than I ever had before- Ten years is a **** of a milestone, you realise.
As the afternoon dimmed the lights to reveal a warm Mediterranean evening, I reflected on the last decade. I thought back to an e-mail I received from an old friend I have since forgotten the name of. It was a list of the ten most successful managers in Spain, with my name in third position. ‘That was a few years ago’, I thought to myself, ‘I wonder where I am on the list now’. It was a slightly narcissistic pondering, which Maria snapped me out of as she returned from the ladies room.
‘’What were you thinking about?’’
‘’I just can’t believe I’ve been the club’s manager for ten years…’’ My voice trailed off as I failed to stop myself from once again delving into my memory bank. Maria smiled, sat back in her seat, and allowed me to ponder.
This time, I was brought back to reality by my phone ringing. Noticing that it was Tito, and not an unknown number (They are almost always journalists, nosing around, trying to get an inside scoop), I raised my phone to my ear, barely greeting my colleague before he decided he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.
‘’Juan, he’s signed.’’
So yeah, have a read, tell me what you think, and above all, enjoy...
1st August 2021, 5:00pm, Car
‘’A Club Legend.’’
Those were the exact words he used. The words that pushed my chest out like a proud Lion, and caused my heart to beat at double the pace when I realised what those words meant, the pressure I was under.
I had managed my beloved for ten years now. Wow, ten years. I remember that first day like a child remembers his first day of school, or like a husband would remember that first date. A nostalgic smile fell upon my face. How I had almost burst with excitement when I heard the words:
‘’The job’s yours.’’
I had driven like a madman on the way home, almost hitting an unsuspecting Seat León driver. His angered horn blasts couldn’t faze me; I had to get home to reveal the news.
Today, my wife Maria greeted me with the same hug as she did on that day ten years ago. We had met the night after winning the league title in 1998. No matter how many trophies I have won in my career, both as a player and a manager, I will always remember that year more fondly than the rest.
We headed into the city centre, took an afternoon stroll down La Rambla, before sitting down to a meal at our favourite restaurant. Pepe attended to us as usual, as he did the first time me and Maria sat down to a meal as a married couple. I laughed at his cheesy sense of humour with more gusto than I ever had before- Ten years is a **** of a milestone, you realise.
As the afternoon dimmed the lights to reveal a warm Mediterranean evening, I reflected on the last decade. I thought back to an e-mail I received from an old friend I have since forgotten the name of. It was a list of the ten most successful managers in Spain, with my name in third position. ‘That was a few years ago’, I thought to myself, ‘I wonder where I am on the list now’. It was a slightly narcissistic pondering, which Maria snapped me out of as she returned from the ladies room.
‘’What were you thinking about?’’
‘’I just can’t believe I’ve been the club’s manager for ten years…’’ My voice trailed off as I failed to stop myself from once again delving into my memory bank. Maria smiled, sat back in her seat, and allowed me to ponder.
This time, I was brought back to reality by my phone ringing. Noticing that it was Tito, and not an unknown number (They are almost always journalists, nosing around, trying to get an inside scoop), I raised my phone to my ear, barely greeting my colleague before he decided he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.
‘’Juan, he’s signed.’’
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