Hola.
Getting kinda bored now in the Summer with his ****** weather and I've got my College stuff sorted out so I've got some free time, so I thought I'd make a new story. This is about a made up lad called Xam Gnik (my name backwards - credit to Kris/Redders as they started that off a while a go I think..). I won't be posting screenshots or anything in this, infact I won't even be playing FM, it's just made up but I will try and make it 'realistic' like a story with FM would, e.g updates on games the player is taking part in, transfers, **** like that, blah blah blah. Yeah so anyway here we go..
Xam Gnik;
I've always wanted to play football professionally since I was young, the beautiful game seems like a fantasy to be a part of.. Some lucky one's make it in the game, most don't though. My Father was a professional footballer back in the day, he played for some Spanish team in the 2nd division, he was a decent player but was never quite good enough for the big league's. He was a centre midfielder, a fighter, the engine - of course, this is what I'm told by people - I was never able to see my Father in action, he died 2 weeks before I was born in an on the pitch collision with another player where he had jumped up for the header and the player bent over, meaning my Father flipped over and landed on his neck. Snap. From an instant second of playing professional football and giving 100%, he was laying on the floor, dead.
The reason I want to do so well playing football is because I want to do what my Father would of wanted me to do - play professional football at it's highest level - playing for my country, in front of thousands and thousands of screaming supporters, cheering my name; maybe even win a few trophies along the way for my club. We can all dream, eh?
I currently just play over the park with friends, I don't even have a club to play with, how am I supposed to become professional when I can't even get into a club? Of course, it doesn't help with my Mother wanting me to pursue other options in life instead of football. She never supported my Father when he played professional football either, refused to watch him play, calling it 'the Barbarians game'. I don't care what my Mum thinks though, if I can become good enough to play professionally but choose not to, it's just a waste, but enough about my Mother and Father..
My name? Xam Gnik. My aim? To do what my Father could never do.