Sex, Drugs and Rock 'N Roll. Oh and some Football. [FM09]

[treva]

Sex, Drugs and Rock 'N Roll. Oh and some Football.

Backstory

Jacob Frank Kellog was born in Southmead Hospital, Bristol. He lived on the outskirts of Bristol, in North Somerset, with his mother Jane Mary Kellog, in a town named Yatton. He never knew his father, who had taken off just weeks after Jacob had been born. Jacob was raised by his mother alone, and without any other siblings, he often found himself bored and lonely. Sport was the one thing that he could use to vent his frustrations, football in particular. When he reached the age of 10 football became the top on his list of priorities, causing him to be constantly at trouble in school. Despite this, his footballing ability excelled, and he soon came under the radar of Bristol City's and Bristol Rovers' academies'. He had sided with the 'Robins' right from the early stages of his footballing exploits, and so when the academy came calling, he didn't hesitate to sign.

Over the next few years his footballing skills continued to grow, as did his problems. At the age of 14 his mother was killed in a car accident driving home from work. Jacob took the death extremely hard, and began to mix in with the wrong crowds. By the age of 16 he had started drinking regularly, and taking drugs. He then got a huge kick up the backside, as both his Aunt and Bristol City Academy kicked him out after drunken rampages and regular bust ups.

Jacob had been on a fast track to the Bristol City first team, but now he was homeless and without a football team to play for. He made a conscientious move to get his act together. He found a part-time job working for a building company and bought a house in the centre of Bristol.

Football hadn't crossed his mind for almost a year when a call from Scotland came in asking whether he was available for signing. It came from the manager of newly promoted Scottish Premier League side Hamilton Academical.

The footballing dream for Jacob Frank Kellog had returned...​

 

[Jaztheman]

Good start, nice little backstory about his life. Feel sorry for him with his Mother dieing and his Dad not being around. It's kind of ruined his life. Hopefully he can get back into football which was what he wanted to do when he was younger and he definitely has the ability. Maybe he can make a name for himself in Scotland.

Great opening post Jack and loving the title.

 

[Highlander999]

I was wondering if you had written a story about me, with that title (without the drugs of course )

 

[saladguy]

Haha. Sex, Drugs and Rock N' Roll. Sweet I hope that Jacob turns his life around at the Accies!

 

[Roofrom50]

Haha good start to the story mate, love the background story, except this bloke seems to have had a rough ride up until now.

 

[shantanu_rooney]

Good start Trev..Looking forward for this one.

 

[Dr. Pepper]

I hope Jacob Kellog is a right twat. Nice name.

 

[treva]

Chapter 1: Arrival​

Here I am, sat in my shoddy Ford Fiesta stuck on the M6, moving at a snails pace on my way to meet the man who rang me up yesterday evening. The Hamilton boss. I was on my way to finalise my contract and take a look around the club. I knew nothing about them. In fact I knew nothing about Scotland. I had never been to Scotland, never had planned to go Scotland, never wanted to go to Scotland, and yet I was driving 358 miles to sign a contract that would mean I would spend at least a season there.

After another 2 hours of slow moving traffic I managed to pick up a good head of steam, and arrived in Hamilton at 4:30. I pulled up to the Hamilton training facilities and announced myself at the gate. All the players were out there on the training pitches playing a game, whilst the coaching staff shouted from the sidelines. I parked my Fiesta in the car park and headed over to the training pitches. I was over an hour late, and had no idea what the manager was going to say. He hadn't even told me his name over the phone, and being my lazy self, I hadn't bothered to find out. I guessed that it was the guy wearing a suit and tie, but I didn't want to make a fool of myself within a few minutes of arriving. I noticed one of the players run towards the building next to the car park from the training pitch. I jogged towards him and said:

"Mate, any chance of telling me which one of those is the boss?"
"Aye, the boss is the one with the suit on. You the wee kid from Bristol?" Replied the player.
"I am indeed. Well cheers mate, best get over there. I'm already an hour late. I can tell you I'm not taking that journey every morning for training." I said jokingly.

The player nodded and smiled before jogging off into the changing rooms. Now that I had dismissed any doubt that the man in the suit was the manager, I strode over to the sidelines of the training pitch. He had obviously noticed me talking to the player over by the changing rooms, and he turned and started to walk towards me. He put his hand out and spoke with a strong Scottish accent:

"Jacob, I presume?"
"Yes" I replied.
"Billy Reid, your new boss." He said finally letting go of the hand shake.
"Well, that depends on that contract you have for me" I answered cheekily.
He chuckled before pointing to the building I had passed whilst heading to the training pitch.
"Lets go and sort things out."

To be continued...​

 

[Highlander999]

I had to LOL at this:

He put his hand out and spoke with a strong Scottish accent:

"Jacob, I presume?"

You will never hear a Scot speak like that. It would be like, "Jacob? Why the f*** you so late?"

 

[treva]

Chapter 1: Arrival​

We walked into the building and passed a reception area. Billy nodded to the receptionist who was sat behind a desk on the right of the entrance. She had straight brown hair, green eyes, plump red lips and she wore a shirt with the top few buttons undone. She was gorgeous. She gave me a smile as we walked passed, as did I in return. She wasn't quite like Cheryl Cole, but not that far off.

After a brief walk through a few corridors we stopped outside a door that had 'Manager - Billy Reid' marked on a plaque. Billy opened the door and told me to take a seat. The office was very traditional, with an old fireplace and dark wooden furniture. It looked more like a cottage lounge than a manager's office. I sat down in a big leather chair facing the desk and Billy shut the door and sat opposite.

Billy cleared his throat. "Now before we talk about any contract, I want to get one thing clear. I know yous have had problems family wise, but that will be no excuse for your behaviour here. Even if you are only here a day, if there are any problems you'll be straight out the door and back out of a job. Is that clear Jacob?"
"Crystal, boss."
"Good. Now onto that contract of yours."

He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it over to me. He spoke whilst I read.

"We are offering you ?300 a week on a two year deal. There's a ?375,000 relegation release clause and a yearly wage rise of 25%. You'll get an extra ?15 per goal you score for the first team, which I hope will be quite a few. Now you won't start in the first team right away. I want to see you train hard and play in the reserves and Under 19's matches. I know you have the ability, you just have to show me it. Maybe come January you'll have a chance with the first team. Understood?"

I nodded and put the contract on the table. I picked up the pen Billy had handed me and signed me signature at the bottom of the document. I was now a Hamilton Academical football player. Billy cleared his throat once again.

"So kid, what yous know about this football club?"
"To be honest boss, not a lot."
"Well, we won the Scottish First Division last season, so that makes us the new boys in the Premier League. It's going to be a tough season, there's no doubt about that."
"Sounds good. As long as we thrash Celtic and Rangers I'll be happy." I replied jokingly.
"Ha. If we beat Celtic and Rangers I'll be bloody happy too. I'll tell yous what, if we beat Celtic and Rangers this season I'll run a lap of the stadium in just me boxers."
"Can I get that in writing boss?"

We both laughed before Billy pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down. He handed to me. It read: 'No f***ing chance'. I laughed once again before scrunching up the paper and throwing it over my head and into the small metal bin in the corner.

"Shot!" Billy shouted. "If you can shoot like that you'll be in the first team in no time."
"So, when do I start?"
"Training starts here tomorrow at 10am. We've been able to sort you out a room for the night at a local hotel. Our receptionist Mia will be able to sort that out for you. Just pop over and see her before you leave."
"Sure thing. See you tomorrow boss."
"See yous kid."

I stood up and headed out the door. As I went to close the door Billy threw something at me. It was a scarf that had 'Accies' written across it.

"Wear it with pride laddy."
"Will do boss."

It was official. I was now a professional football player. One thing that bugged me was how Billy had known about my family issues. He must have spoken to Bristol before ringing me. I knew he had taken a risk, and I was sure by the way he had stated that I would be out of there fast if I cocked up, that the rest of the staff didn't want me. For that I felt thankful to Billy. He was giving me a chance to make it, and I wasn't going to let him down.

To be continued...​

 

[saladguy]

Jacob needs to work his way up the footballing ladder so it a nice place to start in the SPL. Great start to the story. Keep it up.

 

[Jaztheman]

Good updates so far, Jack, the writing is very good. I think you should get with the secretary to be honest, they're always looking for a bit of... class.

Looking forward to seeing this story unfold mate, keep it up.

 

[Highlander999]

Now that is good dialect, and lot's of swearing, sums Scotland up

 

[treva]

Chapter 1: Arrival​

It was now gone 5 o'clock, and despite pure sunshine for most of the 350 miles, it had now started raining. I walked back through the corridors we had travelled along on our way to the Billy's office and now found myself back in the reception area. The same gorgeous brunette was sat there reading a Heat magazine and drinking from an Hamilton FC mug. I strolled over to her desk.

"Hey. Are you Mia?" I spoke nervously.
"I sure am pet. You must be the new lad, Jacob?" She answered in a Geordie accent.
"That's me. The boss said you had the details of my hotel?"
"I do. You'll be staying at the Travelodge down the road. Bit grubby like, but it's all we've got."
"I've stayed in worse places."

She laughed before turning around and picking a set of keys off of the wall behind her. She then put them in an envelope and handed them across the desk to me.

"Room 29. Just turn left out of the car park and drive to the roundabout. Take first left at the roundabout and it's along there." She said softly.
"Oh good, so you know the directions." I replied. "Your welcome to pop round anytime."
"Cheeky. Did Billy tell you what time training starts tomorrow?"
"He did. Right, best get off before it gets worse outside. See you tomorrow, Mia. Have a good evening."

I winked which resulted in a smile and then a wave of the hand to signal me to go. The automatic doors slid open and I stepped out into the rain. Everyone was heading back inside from the training pitches now, and I saw a few glances my way. I got to my car and drove off through the puddles that had already started to build up.

The drive to the Travelodge was fairly quick, and after a quick exchange with the receptionist I went to my room and flicked on the telly. One peak at the bathroom left me in no doubt that I didn't need the toilet.

I decided an early sleep was the best option, and so I found a movie from the hotel TV service and slouched in bed, before turning off the lights at 10. First impressions are everything in today's world, so I was determined to make tomorrow's training session count.

 

[Manly]

You're in there son are we to expect some pics a la phuk?