I arrived at my destination after hours of flying.
They carried me off the plane, sack over my head, hands bound. I was forced into a seat, the coarse leather rubbing against my hands. A voice rang out "Well gentleman, it looks like we have found our new manager..."
One grabbed my hand, forced a pen into it and made writing motions, guiding my own hand. "Thank you, Mr. Gunter. We hope you find your new job..." He paused, I heard faint murmurs in the distance "...most intoxicating"
At this, a hand grabbed my nose, forcing me to open my mouth, another hand forced pills down my throat. I tried to vomit them back up, but was quickly indulged with the deep embrace of darkness.
A searing pain ran through my cheek,I opened an eye and closed it instantly from the bright sunlight. Tentatively, I opened it again. Squinting, I saw many people rushing around most in black suits. One came up to me and attached a microphone to my chest.
Another two men pushed me out of my chair and shepherded me towards a door. I couldn't muster the words to react, so was forced through the door. Inside, I was shown to a seat. A large room filled with cameras and other assorted recording equipment were
in front of me. Then came the flood of questions;
"How did you get your new job?"
"Haven't I seen you on crimewatch before?"
"Who do you plan on signing?"
"Who are you?"
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The man beside me spoke, silencing the voices, he and the press droned on for an eternity. Eventually, we shook hands as the lenses of many cameras flashed at once. Then I am ushered off the stage and shown to a grubby motel room.
Tired, I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke to find a newspaper had been slid under my door. I reached for it, picked it up and flicked to the sports pages. Then promptly through it down in horror. The back page was showered in pictures of me in a tarditional German outfit
and emblazoned with the headline:
"A tan in Wales, it's Gunter be a hot summer: Cardiff City appoint new boss Hanz Gunter" ...
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After having read many stories on various forums, I thought I might have a try, on thing which will be implemented in the story will be a character trait system. For instance, Should Hanz develop a reputation for buying a certain type of player, he will continue to in the future. Also non-football related events will have consequences to the way he manages.The non-football related events will henceforth be coloured blue and the matches in black.
They carried me off the plane, sack over my head, hands bound. I was forced into a seat, the coarse leather rubbing against my hands. A voice rang out "Well gentleman, it looks like we have found our new manager..."
One grabbed my hand, forced a pen into it and made writing motions, guiding my own hand. "Thank you, Mr. Gunter. We hope you find your new job..." He paused, I heard faint murmurs in the distance "...most intoxicating"
At this, a hand grabbed my nose, forcing me to open my mouth, another hand forced pills down my throat. I tried to vomit them back up, but was quickly indulged with the deep embrace of darkness.
A searing pain ran through my cheek,I opened an eye and closed it instantly from the bright sunlight. Tentatively, I opened it again. Squinting, I saw many people rushing around most in black suits. One came up to me and attached a microphone to my chest.
Another two men pushed me out of my chair and shepherded me towards a door. I couldn't muster the words to react, so was forced through the door. Inside, I was shown to a seat. A large room filled with cameras and other assorted recording equipment were
in front of me. Then came the flood of questions;
"How did you get your new job?"
"Haven't I seen you on crimewatch before?"
"Who do you plan on signing?"
"Who are you?"
The man beside me spoke, silencing the voices, he and the press droned on for an eternity. Eventually, we shook hands as the lenses of many cameras flashed at once. Then I am ushered off the stage and shown to a grubby motel room.
Tired, I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke to find a newspaper had been slid under my door. I reached for it, picked it up and flicked to the sports pages. Then promptly through it down in horror. The back page was showered in pictures of me in a tarditional German outfit
and emblazoned with the headline:
"A tan in Wales, it's Gunter be a hot summer: Cardiff City appoint new boss Hanz Gunter" ...
After having read many stories on various forums, I thought I might have a try, on thing which will be implemented in the story will be a character trait system. For instance, Should Hanz develop a reputation for buying a certain type of player, he will continue to in the future. Also non-football related events will have consequences to the way he manages.The non-football related events will henceforth be coloured blue and the matches in black.
