" Ït's been a whiie" Justin Case pondered. "It's been a while since I've been offered a job I actually want." Still not sure how Syb arranged a meeting, that guy has some superpowers or something, getting me to have a meeting with the board of PSV, not even demanding becoming champion in my first 2 seasons. I knew he was a smooth talker, but this exceeds all the expectations. Why would he have me, The misfit of the main continent, recommended by the club he loves with all his heart. Has he been gotten a bout of madness fit of the Mad Kings of Westeros? Has he completely given up on what should be the best club of the Netherlands, Europe, no, even te World? Whatever his reasons may be, here I was, sitting against the Chiefs of Staff of PSV, pleading my case, trying to not look like a worse option than Frank de Boer for a spot I definetaly was severely underqualified off.
"So, do you accept these terms?" Of surrender I thought. "Well, I do" "Than we hope we will have a succesful partnership together, I'll see you at the first training"
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I'd like some voluntueers for the story to be assistants, player agents, and the like. I plan this story to be fun and lighthearted, the same fun writingstyle as before, only a whiole lot less PG13 and more just about the game.
The final goal will be off course to be having a striker who strings along goals like a violinist plays Mozart
"So, do you accept these terms?" Of surrender I thought. "Well, I do" "Than we hope we will have a succesful partnership together, I'll see you at the first training"
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I'd like some voluntueers for the story to be assistants, player agents, and the like. I plan this story to be fun and lighthearted, the same fun writingstyle as before, only a whiole lot less PG13 and more just about the game.
The final goal will be off course to be having a striker who strings along goals like a violinist plays Mozart