Sex, Drugs and Rock 'N Roll. Oh and some Football. [FM09]
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mattfb
Chairman of Selectors
Good update mate, good to see you got off with just a weeks wage, but hopefully you are selected to play tomorrow. kiu!
treva
ICC Chairman
Chapter 8: Time to play the 'Black Cats'
We woke up to the racket of Mr and Mrs McCready next door shouting and hurling things at the wall, something that had become a regular occurrence since I had moved in a few weeks back. The sun was out and for a change it felt like Summer. The game was this evening and we didn't have to be at the ground till 3 o'clock, so we just hung around the apartment watching Sky Sports News followed by Lucas' favourite show: Jeremy Kyle. Today's episode saw a man who had had his balls chopped off by his girlfriend because he had slept with her sister. If that wasn't enough they were also getting results on both the sisters' babies to find out if either of them were the bloke's. Naturally, they were both his and a fight followed between the two sisters. All in a day's work for Mr Kyle.
After a thoroughly enthralling hour we decided to head down to Derek's burger van for a bacon sandwich. We chatted to him for a while about today's game and whether or not he was going. He decided he would try and make it for the second half, hoping he would at least catch one of us in action. By the time we had made it to the ground it was just gone three. We headed into the reception and acknowledged Mia before heading down the corridor and into the changing rooms. Most of the lads were there having a joke around. Surprisingly nobody knew the team, which probably had something to do with our telling off yesterday, so the whole of the Hamilton squad was crammed into the changing rooms. Most of the U18's knew they wouldn't be selected, but they hoped for that one chance.
After five minutes Billy stepped into the changing rooms and a silence quickly ensued. Billy cleared his throat and then spoke.
"Right lads. Today is a big game. A chance to play some real class opposition. No f***ing about today. Get stuck in from the word go and give it our best shot. I won't keep you waiting, so here's the team: Cerny in goal. Back four of Stevenson, Easton, Canning, Elebert."
With Elebert in the starting line-up it meant Billy wasn't letting the events of Saturday night effect his team selection.
"Midfielders," he continued. "Graham at right mid, Corcoran left, Neil and McArthur in the centre."
Damn, I wasn't starting. I didn't think I would but I did expect to find myself sitting on the bench again.
"Up top were are going with Adkins and Offiong."
I turned to look at Lucas next to me and gave him a smile. He had a starting place against Sunderland! He had a real opportunity to show the boss his real ability and potential. I listened for the subs.
"The subs today are: Potter, Swailes, Carrigan, McCarthy, McLaughlin, Sorsa, McClenahan, Kellog, Videira, Thomas, Gibson and finally Gillespie. Sorry to Chris and St?phen who miss out. They will get their chance against Chelsea. Oh and that reminds me. Setanta are showing the Chelsea game, so you best play well. Right, see yous lot at the ground in two hours."
To be continued...
blake
School Cricketer
Quality update Treva - can't wait to see how the match turns out. KIU.
treva
ICC Chairman
No updates for either of my stories until after exams. Don't worry, I have high hopes for this one 
treva
ICC Chairman
Chapter 8: Time to play the 'Black Cats'
There was a fair few fans sat in the ground for the game, I was told around 3700 odd, which really wasn't that bad. Gave the place a sort of buzz, something that would get even bigger if and when I started playing in the league with a packed stadium such as Ibrox. Myself and the rest of the subs took our place behind the dugout and the game kicked off.
For the first 15 minutes we came under serious pressure. Our keeper Tom?s Cerny had already made four saves and Sunderland were looking threatening, especially Grant Leadbitter, and on 14 minutes he made it count. El Hadj Diouf broke into the box before sliding a ball back behind our defence. Leadbitter react quickest and shot off a left footed strike into the back of the net from around 8 yards. It was definitely not the start we wanted and Sunderland really were showing us how high class the Premiership was.
They continued to pressure our back line but we held tight and started to create our own chances. Lucas had the first real chance forcing Craig Gordon into a superb diving save from a powerful header. If I was super critical I would probably say he should've scored it, but if it wasn't for the class of Gordon he would have.
Just before the end of the first half Sunderland had the ball in the back of the net again, but this time it was ruled out for offside. Diouf's through ball to Djibril Cisse meant Cisse couldn't miss, but luckily for us the linesman had his flag up.
Despite a tough first half we went into half-time with hope and belief that we could still get a result from this game. At times we had looked dangerous and passed the ball around well. The boss gave us a quick talking to and made a few changes, one of those being me on for Corcoran down the left.
Again, like the first half, they continued to press, and inside the first 20 minutes of the second half I hardly got on the ball. Then on 72 minutes I got a chance to swing in a ball after a great pass by McArthur found me in space. I cut back inside on my right foot and curled in a cross looking for Carrigan. He took the ball down with his right foot, swivelled and then smashed the ball low and hard past Gordon to level things up. Everyone ran and congratulated Carrigan before running over and giving me a pat on the back for the assist. It felt good to contribute to the goal that pulled us level, and the boss gave a nod of approval as I looked over to the dugout.
From that point on we played with real belief that we could win the game and we started to dominate. First Carrigan produced a good save from Gordon and then on 82 minutes I found myself with the ball on the left again. I swung in a cross this time with my left foot and McArthur lashed it first time on the volley. Gordon pushed it wide of the post but we were really starting to pepper the Sunderland goal.
A minute later and Lucas went close with a long range shot, just placing the ball over the bar. Both sides had half chances but neither us or them could make them count and at the full time whistle it was 1-1.
It had been a challenging game, something we needed, and we had performed well against a quality side. On a personal note I was glad to have created some chances and got an assist, something I hoped would put me in good stead to get a place in the first team for our first league game of the season. Lucas had got a full 90 minutes on the field and was also looking good for a first team place.
Despite the tough challenge of Sunderland we knew our next game would be even harder. Premiership standard is one thing but Champions League standard is a complete different kettle of fish. Next up: Chelsea...
treva
ICC Chairman
The staff sit in the dugout whilst the players in the stands behind. This isn't Italy or Spain where they all sit in the dugout 
_Nabeel_
Club Cricketer
which game is this...
Real Football 2009 3d?
Real Football 2009 3d?
treva
ICC Chairman
Football Manager 2009 mate.
treva
ICC Chairman
Chapter 9: WTF!!
We had 3 days before our televised match with Chelsea, and everyone in training was eager to gain a starting place. I was looking forward to it and bricking it at the same time. I could just imagine myself costing us the game in front of thousands watching on Setanta. Despite my fear I was performing well in training and my fitness had vastly improved from that first training session.
It was now Tuesday night and I returned home from the local Co-op to find Lucas watching his favourite episode of Jeremy Kyle. The one where two families from northern England tried to slit each others throats after one of the young daughters had slept with her boyfriends dad. In the end about 10 bouncers had to break up the large ruck that had conformed between the two families with Jeremy stuck beneath it all.
I decided that it would be a waste of time trying to talk to Lucas at all and I wasn't about to sit around watching his line-up of all time classic Jeremy Kyle's. I took out my mobile and found Georgie on my contacts list. After a short chat it was decided that I would go join her for dinner at her and her sister's place the other side of town. She had said that Lucas ought to join us but I mentioned the fact that he was too engaged in Jeremy Kyle to move anywhere but the kitchen and lounge.
A short drive through Hamilton landed me outside a block of fairly tatty looking flats. I parked the car in the tightest of spaces between an old banger that looked like it only had a few days left in it and a bright pink Smart Car. For once my s**tty old Focus actually suited the surroundings. I walked up to the girls' flat to find their front door ajar. I pushed it slightly and peered in. There were no lights on at all and all I could see was a large sofa slap bang in front of me. I poked my head round the corner before taking a steady step into the open area. The place had been ransacked from top to bottom. Draws had been ripped open and books and DVDs had been scattered across the living room floor. I didn't dare switch on the light in case the ransacker was still in the flat. I slowly walked towards the small kitchen on the right side of the living room. I peered in praying not to find a masked man with an AK47 staring straight at me. Luckily I didn't. I walked back through the living room and now headed towards the bedroom. As I stepped inside I heard muffled noises coming from under the double bed in the centre of the room. I quickly scanned the room before diving down on my hands and knees to peer under the bed. I lifted the duvet to find both Georgie and Michelle both gagged (Hey, nothing dirty!) and bound at the wrists and legs. This really did start to scare the s*** out of me. The scene could've come straight out of a film or tv series. I frantically untied the two of them and let them roll out from under the bed.
"Oh thank God yous are here Jacob!" said Georgie before grabbing me tightly and giving me an almighty hug.
"What the f**k happened?!" I replied after the bear hug had ended.
"About five men in ski masks charged in through our door and tied us up. They searched the whole house. It was just lucky they caught us when we weren't expecting it, we didn't have our weapons on us." stated Michelle.
"Okay. Just two questions. First: Why the f**k would you be armed with weapons? Second: What the hell would men in ski masks be looking for in your apartment?" I gasped.
"They were looking for something valuable, and by the looks of things they found it" said Georgie walking over to a draw that had had the padlock ripped open.
"I still don't understand why you would be armed or why they would rob something from you."
"Because of our jobs," replied Michelle. "We're secret agents..."
To be continued...
treva
ICC Chairman
This update may be a bit rusty, so I apologise if the writing quality isn't that great.
"What the f**k?" I splurted. "No way are you secret agents."
"Hard to believe I know," said Georgie reaching over to grab something out of a bedside draw. "But here's the proof."
She passed me her MI5 identification badge thingy. I still couldn't believe it. What are the chances of meeting two secret agents in a nightclub in Hamilton? You've got a better chance of winning the Lottery three days in a row. I gathered my thoughts and decided to poke further into why someone ransacked their flat and what they wanted.
"We can't go too much into it, for obvious reasons," replied Michelle. "But what they took was something we stole off a terrorist cell here in Hamilton."
A terrorist cell in Hamilton? Why? There's not exactly much worth in attacking the people of Hamilton, a rather insignificant town considering the scale of past terrorist attacks.
"You can't say anything to anyone, Jacob" demanded Georgie.
"Yeh, no of course not" I replied.
"Just forget it ever happened" Michelle remarked.
Yeh right, as if that would ever happen. Who forgets walking into a ransacked flat and finding two secret agents bound and stuffed under a bed? Plus the fact that I now knew there was a terrorist cell in Hamilton.
I helped the girls clean up the mess that was their flat. After about an hour of clearing, cleaning and thinking Michelle got to cooking dinner. She was an excellent cook and mustered up a delightful spaghetti bolognese. Despite the great food the discussion was fairly small with my mind still trying to process all that happened in the night. It wasn't until after a fair few beers that I began to forget about everything and just enjoyed myself.
In no state to drive home I stayed the night sprawled out on the sofa, with the girls sharing the only bed. I now had to turn my focus to the massive game coming up against European giants Chelsea. It would be the biggest chance I'd get to show my skill with Setanta broadcasting the game live to the whole of the UK. I couldn't let the opportunity slip, but boy would it be difficult against some of the best players in the world...
Chapter 9: WTF!!
"What the f**k?" I splurted. "No way are you secret agents."
"Hard to believe I know," said Georgie reaching over to grab something out of a bedside draw. "But here's the proof."
She passed me her MI5 identification badge thingy. I still couldn't believe it. What are the chances of meeting two secret agents in a nightclub in Hamilton? You've got a better chance of winning the Lottery three days in a row. I gathered my thoughts and decided to poke further into why someone ransacked their flat and what they wanted.
"We can't go too much into it, for obvious reasons," replied Michelle. "But what they took was something we stole off a terrorist cell here in Hamilton."
A terrorist cell in Hamilton? Why? There's not exactly much worth in attacking the people of Hamilton, a rather insignificant town considering the scale of past terrorist attacks.
"You can't say anything to anyone, Jacob" demanded Georgie.
"Yeh, no of course not" I replied.
"Just forget it ever happened" Michelle remarked.
Yeh right, as if that would ever happen. Who forgets walking into a ransacked flat and finding two secret agents bound and stuffed under a bed? Plus the fact that I now knew there was a terrorist cell in Hamilton.
I helped the girls clean up the mess that was their flat. After about an hour of clearing, cleaning and thinking Michelle got to cooking dinner. She was an excellent cook and mustered up a delightful spaghetti bolognese. Despite the great food the discussion was fairly small with my mind still trying to process all that happened in the night. It wasn't until after a fair few beers that I began to forget about everything and just enjoyed myself.
In no state to drive home I stayed the night sprawled out on the sofa, with the girls sharing the only bed. I now had to turn my focus to the massive game coming up against European giants Chelsea. It would be the biggest chance I'd get to show my skill with Setanta broadcasting the game live to the whole of the UK. I couldn't let the opportunity slip, but boy would it be difficult against some of the best players in the world...
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