The Beginning
It was a warm sunny evening in Athens, Greece. 3 men were walking down the city center, talking about the plans they have, and searching for a restaurant to eat some Souvlaki and drink some Ouzo. Looking from a distance, you could see these 3 guys knew eachother for a long time. Laughter, some funny remarks, and a friendly atmosphere which would lit up the entire room.
After finally finding a restaurant with 3 seats and some nice waitresses, they began to talk a little bit deeper about the plans they had.
"Hey Stam, about taking over that Footballclub again, what was it called?", Said Sam Prince, whilst taking a sip from his drink. "Damnit, Sam, when do you remember it for once? It was the WhiteHawks!", Said Nick Dabool, obviously excited about the plans. "Yeah," Was Stam Cretan's reaction, "We should take over the Club, and do what we do best: Business. We can make any Club the richest club in te world. We can make any club win their national Title. We only need a manager." All 3 looked down to their drinks.
"I have an idea!", said Nick suddenly. "We know we need someone cheap on the managerseat, so why wont we take the Dutchie out of use 3, and let him run the club." "Great Idea, Nick." was Stam's response, "But you will need to be in the club too, to support him." "How about you Stam, We need someone visible as boss of the club, so i think we should escape this Greek economy and start going to England for some businessdiscussions."
And just after they decided to make the plans real, the food came. "Enjoy your meal, Gentleman." Said the ober, whilst walking away, whilst grabbing something small under the table, and putting it in his pocket. Sam spoke again whilst holding his galss to the sky: "For Victory, For Winning, For WhiteHawks!"