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I woke up, and tasted vomit. Never, ever a good way to wake up. Firstly, it's gross. Secondly, it means when I open my eyes I won't be at home.
But I've never woken up in a different country before, much less in the center of the country. Salt Lake City to be precise. I could read it on the ticket that I'd woken up to find in my lap.
"Mr. Tumbler?"
"Mmm?" I managed.
"Mr. Tumbler O'Talisker?"
"Yes?"
"I'm here to bring you to the stadium, Mr. O'Talisker."
"Stadium?"
"Rio Tinto, sir. Where you'll be taking over as manager."
The drive to the stadium was a quite cacophony of recollection for me. In the hour and half from the airport to the stadium, I lived roughly 46 hours over, in small, hazy brown windows.
***
Myself and my two good American friends, one; a Sunday league player named Cairo Crow, and the other; an ex American international player, with 28 caps to his name before a terrible injury ruled him out at only 26. Mind you, both these lads are quite a bit younger than myself, Tumbler o'Talisker (my parents had a cruel sense of humor)an ex Scotland international player, I'd managed 32 caps and 4 goals in my time with Scotland.
Anyways, myself and my two good American friends were out drinking at the local pub, The Snooty Pinhead, when we, in a mildly drunken glee came up with a nice little wager. We, 2 American and a Scot, would embark on a trip to the States, and do our best, whilst remaining in a drunken stupor, to become managers of one the MLS teams there.
Somehow, we'd all done it. Oliver with Colorado Rapids, who were without, and loved the idea of having him come in and continue to ply his craft in the sport with them.
Cairo, with Seattle Sounders, after somehow finding and cajoling Sigi Schmidt into early retirement.
And, myself... Somehow...
***
We pulled into the parking lot in Sandy, Utah. A little outside of Salt Lake City, and I got out of the car. My head was spinning. This wasn't a place for a place for me. The air smelled of exhaust, and of death, but from inside I heard the sounds of wondrous Footie being played, and it drew me like a moth to flame.
(Next update, prolly later tonight, will be squad upon arrival and whatnot. Thanks for reading, if you did, this is my first story. Feel free to read along with us in this adventure. I'm actually playing this game with 2 other players, and will be writing on the side, hopefully the updates don't ever outpace the gameplay! but in that event... I'll have to force my friends to play more!)
I woke up, and tasted vomit. Never, ever a good way to wake up. Firstly, it's gross. Secondly, it means when I open my eyes I won't be at home.
But I've never woken up in a different country before, much less in the center of the country. Salt Lake City to be precise. I could read it on the ticket that I'd woken up to find in my lap.
"Mr. Tumbler?"
"Mmm?" I managed.
"Mr. Tumbler O'Talisker?"
"Yes?"
"I'm here to bring you to the stadium, Mr. O'Talisker."
"Stadium?"
"Rio Tinto, sir. Where you'll be taking over as manager."
The drive to the stadium was a quite cacophony of recollection for me. In the hour and half from the airport to the stadium, I lived roughly 46 hours over, in small, hazy brown windows.
***
Myself and my two good American friends, one; a Sunday league player named Cairo Crow, and the other; an ex American international player, with 28 caps to his name before a terrible injury ruled him out at only 26. Mind you, both these lads are quite a bit younger than myself, Tumbler o'Talisker (my parents had a cruel sense of humor)an ex Scotland international player, I'd managed 32 caps and 4 goals in my time with Scotland.
Anyways, myself and my two good American friends were out drinking at the local pub, The Snooty Pinhead, when we, in a mildly drunken glee came up with a nice little wager. We, 2 American and a Scot, would embark on a trip to the States, and do our best, whilst remaining in a drunken stupor, to become managers of one the MLS teams there.
Somehow, we'd all done it. Oliver with Colorado Rapids, who were without, and loved the idea of having him come in and continue to ply his craft in the sport with them.
Cairo, with Seattle Sounders, after somehow finding and cajoling Sigi Schmidt into early retirement.
And, myself... Somehow...
***
We pulled into the parking lot in Sandy, Utah. A little outside of Salt Lake City, and I got out of the car. My head was spinning. This wasn't a place for a place for me. The air smelled of exhaust, and of death, but from inside I heard the sounds of wondrous Footie being played, and it drew me like a moth to flame.
(Next update, prolly later tonight, will be squad upon arrival and whatnot. Thanks for reading, if you did, this is my first story. Feel free to read along with us in this adventure. I'm actually playing this game with 2 other players, and will be writing on the side, hopefully the updates don't ever outpace the gameplay! but in that event... I'll have to force my friends to play more!)
