The plot thickens maaaaan
2016-04-20 15:57#229821 ScottT : That joke hahaha, if only Lewie was this funny *cough*
you wot m8.
All I saw was players. Young players playing football. There were some talented players here, but not like some of the players over at Groningen. When I was over there, there were some amazing youth players. The likes of Greco, Ouattara and more. I felt they lacked a feature though, so I called Michael to come over to the Kirkby Training Academy to tell him. He arrived when I was just finished for the day, so perfect timing there! "Hey dude." Michael shouted out to me. I saw him, then jogged over to where he was standing. "Hi, thanks for coming here. Let's go inside, shall we?" I replied, and we went inside the Academy.
I was looking at the team that he had set out, and it was clear he lacked any sort of Right Back. I had found 3 lads, one Croatian, one Finnish, one Serbian, who I felt would suit his team very well. "So we have Rak, the 19 year old fella, Kortelainen, the Finnish lad and the oldest one of the lot, Kaurin.
I then loaded up FM 15 to show Michael what they looked like according to the most realistic football sim in the world. He was impressed. "Fair play, I'll take a look and I'll make a judgement!". Then, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I shouted. "It's the American Lawyer guy." Said the secretary. "Tell him to GTFO, now." I responded. Then, he broke the door down. "Oh, the non-funny guy, is it?" the Lawyer said. "You think you're so cool, huh?" I responded, and produced a punch that Muhammed Ali would have been KO'd by. The Lawyer fell flat, and my response? "Meh, I think you're the joke here."
Right. Here I were. Groningen, Holland what a shithole. Nothing compared to the big lights of Newcastle I mean c'mon man. I was asked to come here by some dude called Michael, no idea why but never mind, now just to find him... Fuck me, could have arranged a meeting place or something, I'm having to pace around the town center looking for him, idiot. All of a sudden I heard some rather strange sounding man shouting, I couldn't exactly make out what he was saying at first but as he approached me closer I heard the name 'Scott.' This must have been the dude. "Aye? That's me," I said confused, I mean I weren't sure who the hell he was. "Hey, I'm Michael, sorry for forgetting to tell you where I were," he said shaking my hand. "It's all good man!" I replied, secretly I was thinking what a fucking radgie, I mean what normal person doesn't tell you where to meet them in a random place? "Let's go inside and talk about why I summoned you," Michael said putting his arm around me and walking into a Cafe.
"So I know what you're thinking, why am I here and what do you want me for, correct? Well, I need you for an assignment. I need you to get me a player. Not just any player but THE player who will take my club to the next level." I was just trying to keep a straight face while he spoke, I found his voice too funny and why me, christ. "Well.. ok?" I replied, I mean what else could I say. I was just too confused to say anything else really, what does he expect me to do, just find a random guy walking on the street who's the next Lionel Messi? Fuck me.
"I have employed the help of Lewie, my assistant to help you on this task, ah! Here he is now, hey Lewie sit down," he said to a small guy who looked around 18 at most. "This is Scott, the guy I was talking about who will be helping you in finding the next big star, yeah?" He looked at me rather blankly, "Hey," he said whilst giving me a dirty look. I weren't having that tone of voice at me, "Who the fuck do you think you are mate? Don't speak to me like that." He laughed and walked out whilst staring at me as he did so. "Hmm.. strange of him," said Michael, "he's never usually like that." I walked out of the cafe, grabbing my coat that I'd brought with me and paced out, "I'm after him..."
Who knew that at that moment that would lead to two things. The first, the obvious fight and the second, the meeting of the next star. That fight though, oh I'm telling you that lad had never been hit as hard. The blood were pouring from his head as he cried in pain, what did he expect? You can't speak to a Geordie like that, it's in my blood. Fucking Howay. Well, there was a dude on the corner trying to get money from passers by as he performed skills on the corner, that was my chance. He was brilliant to be fair to him, so I approached him, "come with me mate, you're about to sign for Groningen", I really was this desperate. But, I knew he'd be good.
"Mike, here you go. I found him, performing skills on the corner of the street, he's sick! Trust me, sign him." Mike laughed and gave me a look, "You haven't seen him play though, really?" He was doubting me for sure, "Just take the chance," I said. He looked at me again and thought to himself before coming to a decision. "I did see you myself earlier, you were great. Fuck it you're signed." The guy smiled, Turkish he were, Murat his name he said. "I kind of have something else to tell you as well.. lets just say I attended to matters with Lewie," I smirked. "Oh fuck sake, Scott."
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