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The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz

Started on 7 June 2015 by Feliks / First Post
Latest Reply on 15 July 2015 by LFC / Last Post
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Chapter 2 - Turning Point

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That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.



A HOUSE IN TOORAK, VICTORIA

"Daddy, daddy, come watch me play!"

"I will hun, just let me do some work."

"You're always doing work!"

"I know, that's gonna change soon."

And that was what he wholeheartedly believed. His playing career was over now, and the academy he had founded was falling into more capable hands. He would have enough money to last for quite a while, and his determined wife refused not to work, so everything was in place for him to spend more time with his growing family. All seemed well.

And in that moment, that is what he completely and utterly believed. It only took 3 short knocks to turn his life around.





"I hope you don't mind me interrupting."

"Oh no, not at all. Mr....?"

"Al Mubarak. Khaldoon Al Mubarak."

"That name sounds familiar."

"I'm the owner of the Manchester City, New York City and Melbourne City football clubs."

"Oh, I see. I think it's best if we took this to my study."

Al Mubarak waved him away. "Oh no, don't worry. I'll be brief, and abrupt. I would like you to become the new manager of the Melbourne City Football Club."

The man was momentarily shocked. Everything he believed in - turned around in an instant.

"Um, uh - I'm not sure Mr Mubarak, really, I mean, I only just bought this house, I need to spend time with family, I -"

"We can discuss this further on my private jet."

"Private jet?!" The man looked over at his wife, who was just as bewildered as he was.

"Indeed, Mr..? Sorry, I've never been awfully good with names, you see."

"Kewell. Harry Kewell."

"Plane departs at 3 pm, Mr Kewell. I'll be seeing you there. Good day."

Al Mubarak let himself out, not that Harry could have done it for him. He was shocked.

"Well," he said, turning to his wife, Sheila. "Looks like I'm going to Dubai."
the man, the myth, the legend Harry Kewell!!

cant wait to see the brand of football he brings to the club
;)
Could have guessed it. ;)
It was always going to be Harry Kewell, wasn't it? ;)
Called it B-)
None of the images are centred in the second post arrrggghhhhhhhhh
Anyway, gl mate - this will be good.
That was a Kewell way to introduce the story ;) B-)
TMO Hopefully a winning brand of football ;)

Walter ;)

Xander But ya didn't even try to

Pompey The true 'Wizard Of Oz' ;)

Justice Good work *claps*

Tallery Jesus there is one uncentered image :P

Pauker Oh god the puns are Al Muba-back
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Chapter 3 - This....Is A House

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Leaving feels too good, once you leave.



"Welcome to my humble abode, Mr....?"

"Kewell. For the third time."

"No, no don't worry that time was just a joke."

Neither man laughs.

"Never mind then, let me continue," says Khaldoon Al Mubarak, chairman of Manchester City, New York City and Melbourne City. His 'humble abode' was in fact two of the highest floors of the tallest building on the planet, the Burj Khalifa. Originally meant for business and commerce, Al Mubarak's considerable 'charm' bought him possibly the most exclusive apartment in the world. With a private lift, stunning views and the finest interior money can buy, Kewell felt as if his Toorak home was no more than a bunch of cardboard compared to this.

"Have you thought over my proposition, Mr Kewell?" asks Al Mubarak, breaking Kewell's train of thought.

"Oh, um, yeah, I've thought about it. Haven't come to a decision yet."

Al Mubarak smiles, and pulls out a folder. "No no, do not worry. I anticipdated this." He hands the folder (he's got fucking gold inlay on his folders) to Kewell. "This will be your salary over the next year."

Kewell's mouth drops. This was almost as much as he made at the peak of his playing career. This was... well, astronomical. For a first year manager? Surely not.

"Mr Al Mubarak, is this for real?"

"Yes, that is your official paycheck for the season?"

"All at once?"

"All at once."

Surely there's a catch. Surely.

"What's the catch?" he asks.

"Again, I anticipated this." He pulls a second, more intimidating (can folders be intimidating?) and hands it over.

Kewell reads through it and looks over at Al Mubarak, horrified. He stands up and runs for the door, but instead of the movement he expects from Al Mubarak, he hears only a solitary click.

And then darkness.

"He will remember nothing."
Interested to see the transfer budget, hopefully al.mubarek doesn't cheap out on that
Al Mubarak you are one freakin rich guy. Loving the backstory so far Feliks, really hooking us into the story before the season's even begun and hopefully the results can match the writing. ;)
Folders are very intimating.
brilliant start to your story
awesome awesome story and i bet this gets a sotm award in no time at all!

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