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(Alright, lets be honest my last couple of stories I lacked motivation or the right state of mind. I do however promise this one will be my main priority at ALL times. I will try to update as many times as usual with a complete new lay out from my old ones.)
Coventry City release manager Chris Coleman!
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Opening Sequence. Paragraphs 1-4.
He was the last coach out on the soggy field, kicking the balls back to the bags where they were kept before taking his fluorescent green training bib off and throwing it into the carrier bag the bibs were kept in. Looking through his wet soaking hair(which just covered his eyes.) he could just see where the sheds were, which was the place all the equipment had meant to be kept. He picked up the basket and slung the football bags over his shoulder while marching over to the sheds.
Arriving at the shed's he searched his pockets for the keys to the sheds. Unable to find them he sighed, obviously some of the younger lads had found it funny to rob him of his property, ' Lads be lads,it may be unfair to Cain them after all they were only having a bit of fun however I do have to keep the sense of discipline up for them.' Instead of trying to force the door open he simply dropped the equipment underneath the shed entrance which coincidentally had some form of shelter above it.
Leaving the training ground via the main gate he noticed that his Vauxhall Astra was the only car left in the car park, he studied his surroundings. The team building was on his left, usually some of the older players stayed around for a drink or two with some of the coaches not this time though, everyone had gone to the same place he was thinking of right at that moment.... home. Lumbering towards the silver Astra he dragged his feet behind him like some sort of lazy child on a nature walk. Pulling out his car key from his top pocket he hazily unlocked the door and slid himself into the drivers seat.
Finally pulling into the driveway of his typical town house home he thought to himself, ' She is not going to be happy when she sees how much of a mess I'm going to make the ****** house. " Sure enough he walked in expecting his wife to tell him that he was ruining the house continuously, and he found exactly that. He mumbled something inaudible to her before walking up the stairs flat footed thinking only about a nice warm bath and a steaming cup of tea.
The Coventry Interest. Starts Here.
The next day he woke up on the sofa in the lounge room, stretching out he grabbed the TV remote pressing the on switch, the first thing that came on was BBC news giving off a short statement that Coventry City manager Chris Coleman had been relieved from his duties as the manager of CCFC. He smiled he never had liked Coleman, thought he was a bit too smug. He went off into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on as an almost automatic reaction, and sat there waiting for the kettle to boil. When his tea did boil and he had gone through the various stages of tea making he walked back into the lounge room. He sat up while taking sips of his tea, about a couple of minutes later he checked his blackberry, the message it read was.
Have you heard about Coleman?!
Fantastic news that ay mate?
Anyway meet us down the Old Jockey later
Well have a few drinks and talk about the news.
The message had been sent by the only other Coventry City fan in the town, John Bailey. He smiled indeed he would meet John down the Jockey later. Coventry was one of the major parts of his life along with his wife. But first he'd have to apologies to his wife, for his care free attitude the previous night. Eventually he did get to the Jockey, although it took a lot of begging his wife to let him off his leash.
Returning back home he noticed a man coming from down the stairs rather quickly as it seemed. He immediately got enraged, thinking it was someone with his wife. He grabbed the other bloke and slammed him up against the closed lounge door before punching home square in the nose. The lounge door quickly opened, his wife came rushing into the scene. " Lewis?! Do you know who this is?! You had no right to punch him. " He released the man he had just punched in the face and turned to his wife. " No I don't who is he?! Hmmm?! " His wife immediately replied. "Darren Oswald, One of the directors from Coventry City." He stepped back in shock, before taking a very apologetic tone and offering to clean the man up.
Sitting in the kitchen with Darren and his wife made him feel like he was being ganged up on when infact he wasn't. "Listen Lewis, I'm here to offer you a trial day at Coventry City, for the new managers job, you know do a bit of coaching here a bit of man management here, just so we know where we stand with you. " Lewis almost jumped at the chance. " Seriously?! Yes of course I will! " Secretly he thought in the back of his mind that it was all a joke, or something nasty like that.
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Lewis Hughes Appointed As Coventry City Manager!!!!
(I'm open to suggestions about how to improve my stories so please feel free. )
Opening Sequence. Paragraphs 1-4.
He was the last coach out on the soggy field, kicking the balls back to the bags where they were kept before taking his fluorescent green training bib off and throwing it into the carrier bag the bibs were kept in. Looking through his wet soaking hair(which just covered his eyes.) he could just see where the sheds were, which was the place all the equipment had meant to be kept. He picked up the basket and slung the football bags over his shoulder while marching over to the sheds.
Arriving at the shed's he searched his pockets for the keys to the sheds. Unable to find them he sighed, obviously some of the younger lads had found it funny to rob him of his property, ' Lads be lads,it may be unfair to Cain them after all they were only having a bit of fun however I do have to keep the sense of discipline up for them.' Instead of trying to force the door open he simply dropped the equipment underneath the shed entrance which coincidentally had some form of shelter above it.
Leaving the training ground via the main gate he noticed that his Vauxhall Astra was the only car left in the car park, he studied his surroundings. The team building was on his left, usually some of the older players stayed around for a drink or two with some of the coaches not this time though, everyone had gone to the same place he was thinking of right at that moment.... home. Lumbering towards the silver Astra he dragged his feet behind him like some sort of lazy child on a nature walk. Pulling out his car key from his top pocket he hazily unlocked the door and slid himself into the drivers seat.
Finally pulling into the driveway of his typical town house home he thought to himself, ' She is not going to be happy when she sees how much of a mess I'm going to make the ****** house. " Sure enough he walked in expecting his wife to tell him that he was ruining the house continuously, and he found exactly that. He mumbled something inaudible to her before walking up the stairs flat footed thinking only about a nice warm bath and a steaming cup of tea.
The Coventry Interest. Starts Here.
The next day he woke up on the sofa in the lounge room, stretching out he grabbed the TV remote pressing the on switch, the first thing that came on was BBC news giving off a short statement that Coventry City manager Chris Coleman had been relieved from his duties as the manager of CCFC. He smiled he never had liked Coleman, thought he was a bit too smug. He went off into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on as an almost automatic reaction, and sat there waiting for the kettle to boil. When his tea did boil and he had gone through the various stages of tea making he walked back into the lounge room. He sat up while taking sips of his tea, about a couple of minutes later he checked his blackberry, the message it read was.
Have you heard about Coleman?!
Fantastic news that ay mate?
Anyway meet us down the Old Jockey later
Well have a few drinks and talk about the news.
The message had been sent by the only other Coventry City fan in the town, John Bailey. He smiled indeed he would meet John down the Jockey later. Coventry was one of the major parts of his life along with his wife. But first he'd have to apologies to his wife, for his care free attitude the previous night. Eventually he did get to the Jockey, although it took a lot of begging his wife to let him off his leash.
Returning back home he noticed a man coming from down the stairs rather quickly as it seemed. He immediately got enraged, thinking it was someone with his wife. He grabbed the other bloke and slammed him up against the closed lounge door before punching home square in the nose. The lounge door quickly opened, his wife came rushing into the scene. " Lewis?! Do you know who this is?! You had no right to punch him. " He released the man he had just punched in the face and turned to his wife. " No I don't who is he?! Hmmm?! " His wife immediately replied. "Darren Oswald, One of the directors from Coventry City." He stepped back in shock, before taking a very apologetic tone and offering to clean the man up.
Sitting in the kitchen with Darren and his wife made him feel like he was being ganged up on when infact he wasn't. "Listen Lewis, I'm here to offer you a trial day at Coventry City, for the new managers job, you know do a bit of coaching here a bit of man management here, just so we know where we stand with you. " Lewis almost jumped at the chance. " Seriously?! Yes of course I will! " Secretly he thought in the back of his mind that it was all a joke, or something nasty like that.
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Lewis Hughes Appointed As Coventry City Manager!!!!
(I'm open to suggestions about how to improve my stories so please feel free. )
but good start ill be following!