Hey guys! Actually, this is my first story and first of all I wanna say sorry, because my english is not so good and I will have a mistakes here.
My name is Carlos Fernandes. I was born on the Madeira island - it's a Portuguese island, which is close to Africa, also known because of the Cristiano Ronaldo who was born there. We even used to study at the same school, but I was a bit older. OK, I should stop talking about this, because we was not even a friends. I started to love football from the childhood. I was playing everyday on the streets with my friends and one day entered to the Maritimo Football Academy. Everyday and night I was dreaming to be a football star, to win the World Cup with my idol Luis Figo, wearing national t-shirt.
In 2003 we've got the new manager in Maritimo. He was a Russian coach - Anatoliy Byshovets, who had won the Olympic games in 1988. We called him Anatoliy Fyodorovich, it was really hard to us to pronounced his name, but he insisted. I haven't seen Russians before and always imagined, that they are a really harsh and rough guys. But he was not. He loved poetry and was a really peaceful man. He always read Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Leo Tolstoy to us. Even he did it on pre-match tactic. He was sure, that it gonna inspire us. I would say that not everyone liked him, even I would say that almost all of us hated him, especially my best friend Lima, the Brazilian guy who was my roommate and a harsh defender. But I liked him, I mean Anatoliy Fyodorovich our manager. I don't know why, but I did. Maybe because he put me into the squad and I made a debut in the professional soccer. And I have head the goalscorers table in the March 2004, before that terrible day... It was just usual training, I get a pass from Danny(yeah, yeah, yeah - that one who's playing for our national team right now and for Zenit) and suddenly a kick to my knee from my best friend Lima... My cruciate ligament was totally broken and the doctors told me, that I will not play anymore. All my dreams about the World Cup has been broken at this moment.
I accepted, that I couldn't not be the player anymore and decided to be Byshovets, I mean decided to be the manager.
By the way, we are still the best friend with Lima. This is his picture
http://cs411430.userapi.com/v411430780/5152/wlHxGmBjPXk.jpg
Now he is trying to make my dreams, he's already playing for Real Madrid and for our national team. I don't why, but now everyone calls him Pepe, but for me he is still Lima.
Oh, and this is Anatoliy Byshovets
My name is Carlos Fernandes. I was born on the Madeira island - it's a Portuguese island, which is close to Africa, also known because of the Cristiano Ronaldo who was born there. We even used to study at the same school, but I was a bit older. OK, I should stop talking about this, because we was not even a friends. I started to love football from the childhood. I was playing everyday on the streets with my friends and one day entered to the Maritimo Football Academy. Everyday and night I was dreaming to be a football star, to win the World Cup with my idol Luis Figo, wearing national t-shirt.
In 2003 we've got the new manager in Maritimo. He was a Russian coach - Anatoliy Byshovets, who had won the Olympic games in 1988. We called him Anatoliy Fyodorovich, it was really hard to us to pronounced his name, but he insisted. I haven't seen Russians before and always imagined, that they are a really harsh and rough guys. But he was not. He loved poetry and was a really peaceful man. He always read Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Leo Tolstoy to us. Even he did it on pre-match tactic. He was sure, that it gonna inspire us. I would say that not everyone liked him, even I would say that almost all of us hated him, especially my best friend Lima, the Brazilian guy who was my roommate and a harsh defender. But I liked him, I mean Anatoliy Fyodorovich our manager. I don't know why, but I did. Maybe because he put me into the squad and I made a debut in the professional soccer. And I have head the goalscorers table in the March 2004, before that terrible day... It was just usual training, I get a pass from Danny(yeah, yeah, yeah - that one who's playing for our national team right now and for Zenit) and suddenly a kick to my knee from my best friend Lima... My cruciate ligament was totally broken and the doctors told me, that I will not play anymore. All my dreams about the World Cup has been broken at this moment.
I accepted, that I couldn't not be the player anymore and decided to be Byshovets, I mean decided to be the manager.
By the way, we are still the best friend with Lima. This is his picture
http://cs411430.userapi.com/v411430780/5152/wlHxGmBjPXk.jpg
Now he is trying to make my dreams, he's already playing for Real Madrid and for our national team. I don't why, but now everyone calls him Pepe, but for me he is still Lima.
Oh, and this is Anatoliy Byshovets