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

[m_vaughan]

No we are all jealous of you.

 

[saladguy]

Sorry Jack didn't see that update, good one too (that girl is quite buff ). I've got to agree with you that the Other Stories Forum is practically dead It used to be quite a bit more active than this and the thing that we need to keep this subforum alive is two or three well established good quality stories.

 

[treva]

The pic is actually of Isla Fisher (FIT!!!!!!!!!!! ).

I guess it's just a phase, and it's happened before and it will happen again. Lets just hope this forum and the cricket stories forum becomes a lot more active sooner rather than later.

 

[Jaztheman]

You just so happened to get the fitter twin, eh? Also nice choice of female pic, Isla is certainly 'decent' looking.

Good update there, Jack, the writing is quality. Don't worry about the activity, it dies and ressurects all the time and will no doubt surge in the foreseeable future.

 

[treva]

Thanks for the comments and SOTM guys.

Of course I had to get the fitter one James, it's the rules when it comes to fictional writing about someone based on yourself

Sunderland game will be coming up, hopefully tonight or Friday before I'm away for a week.

 

[Jaztheman]

Congratulations on SOTM, mate. Much deserved.

True, although I'm sure you could find someone better looking than her in the imaginary world.

Looking forward to the next update.

 

[treva]

I could, but we don't want it stupidly unrealistic, do we. Although, there's still plenty of time

 

[treva]

Chapter 7: Das is nicht gut!​

My last thought from last night (Well not last thought , but close to it) still bounced around my mind as I woke the next morning. Luckily I hadn't missed my alarm, although that was mainly down to hearing a large bang from the room next door, which I later found out to be Lucas tripping whilst trying to put on his trackies and smashing his head into the wall. I left Georgie asleep in the bed whilst I got up to have a shower and get changed. Despite having a splitting headache, the morning was actually rather peaceful, with the sun shining for a change. Lucas and I had our toast before leaving a note for the girls telling them that we had a training session and that they should let themselves out. We took our usual journey to the training ground, but we were slightly delayed when I had to hold back Lucas from starting on a 12 year old kid who had chucked a Moam at him after Lucas nearly ran him down. We had our usual chat with Derek, although we decided not to have the usual Bacon Butty, feeling a little worse for wear.

We headed into the training ground on time and parked up. We said hello to Mia at the reception desk and wondered down the hallway to the changing rooms. Half of the guys were already in there getting kitted up, although rather unsurprisingly, there was no sign of James McArthur or David Elebert. I hinted to Lucas that maybe they were out in the Medical Centre having an examination by the fat nurse. We had a bit of a joke with the lads about last night, listening to what happened to David and James after we left them.

Over the next twenty minutes everyone started to turn up, and we started to head out onto the training pitches with the coaches. There was no sign of the boss. After a long warm-up we started to work on our shooting, something that needed to be sorted after we couldn't manage to score against Llanelli. We moved onto a mini game of keep ball in groups, but there was still no sign of Billy.

The day went on, involving some fitness work in the gym and a large game at the end. The lads had no idea where Billy was, not even the skipper, and the coaches hadn't mentioned anything. Finally, as we walked back at the end of the day to get changed, Billy appeared. He stopped everyone just as we reached the building.

"Right, some of yous need to come and have a little chat." said Billy "McArthur, Elebert, Adkins and Teague. My office, now!"

He said nothing more. He walked back inside as all the lads who hadn't been named started to laugh. We followed him inside whilst the others headed into the changing rooms. We knew what it was about. Last night. But how did he know about it?

Billy stood by his door as we walked passed him and into his office. He shut the door before squeezing past the four of us and sitting down behind his desk. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a newspaper. He read out the headline on the front cover.

"The Accies Booze Crew" exclaimed Billy. He continued to read. "Last night at least four of Hamilton's young stars went out on the boozer at Palace after a poor result away to Llanelli earlier in the day. James McArthur, David Elebert, Lucas Adkins and Jack Teague were all spotted drunk and causing destruction way into the earlier hours of Sunday morning."

I was puzzled. 'Causing destruction' I thought to myself? Lucas had the same puzzled thought over his face, unlike James and David. They were both looking down at the floor. What had they got up to last night? The boss just sat there, looking at the four of us. He didn't say anything more, he just stared. I had a bad feeling about this...

To be continued...​

 

[saladguy]

I thought this had stopped. I'm glad to see this is continuing So how many other game stories is it now then Jack? 2, 3...??

 

[Manly]

"Me and Lucas got some"

Lovely :

 

[treva]

It would be three, Robbie, but one I couldn't say is really a story, because I don't actually do much apart from collect up the stats. This is the one which I update when I feel like it, which will be a lot more after my exams.

 

[Jaztheman]

Good update, Jack.

Lol at James and David looking at the floor and failing to tell you all morning what they had done at night. Looks like all will be revealed soon...

 

[mattfb]

Damn James and David, bad influence those boys are!

Great work Jack, kiu!

 

[treva]

Chapter 7: Das is nicht gut!​

"Boss, we got nothing to do with this. I don't know what the hell these guys were up to but we weren't there. We've got two gorgeous ladies to vouch for..."
"I don't care what yous did or didn't do. Yous were seen by the press. The press are all bastards, but they can still create good and bad publicity. With yous guys out late last night it's created bad publicity. Something this club doesn't need. All four of yous will be deducted a weeks wages for improper conduct. If it happens again it'll be two weeks. Any more after that and yous lot are outta here. Understand?"

Me and Lucas nodded before leaving, whilst James and David were told to stay a while longer. A weeks wages wasn't that bad, I had feared that we may have been kicked out. I had no idea what the other guys had got up to last night, and I didn't want to know. Myself and Lucas headed back to the changing rooms, and after a bit of jip from the lads, we headed home.

We decided to stay in and watch a bit of telly and play some FIFA. We had two cracking games in particular, one with me as Liverpool and Lucas as Arsenal. I was 2-0 down with 10 minutes left only to equalise thanks to a Gerrard free kick and a Torres chip. In extra time I won a penalty, only to hit the bar. It went to penalties and after 10 penalties it came down to our keepers. Luckily Reina was up to the task, smashing it into the roof of the net whilst Almunia did a David Beckham, hitting it way into the stands. The second match was between Bristol City (me) and Hamilton (Lucas). Again it was down to the wire, this time an own goal from Bradley Orr giving him a 4-3 victory.

We got an early night after watching an episode of NCIS. We had the biggest game of our career tomorrow. We were up against a top class Premier League side. It was going to be a real test, something I relished. I hoped that the incident earlier today had not hampered our chances of playing. I thought Billy was a tough but fair man, and he would not let this stop us from having a chance in such a big game. I thought about coming up against Kieran Richardson down that left wing before drifting off into a deep sleep...

 

[Jaztheman]

Top notch update there, Jack, including a little bit of Fifa.

You got off lightly by the manager there, although I ain't sure what they've done, and like you, don't want to know.

Looking forward to your big game tomorrow, sure you'll do well... ish.