monToon's Story
The Beginning
It was a relatively cold summerday in the North of Holland. Just after the TT-Races, he came to an bold idea. I was going to be a head coach. And not just a headcoach. I was going to be the best headcoach in the world. Aggressive Attacking, Damn good Defending, and a Marvellous Midfieldplay will make me the world most loved and hated coach.
And yeah, as a sunday league player I wont get any major deals. I need to start from scraps. Going low, and working my way up, together with my mentor John Nickson. After a quick phonecall I sended him towards the net, to find me a job.
I wonder how long it will take this time.....
Great start Michael, I will be following
Good Luck
Obviously following this.
Good start both montoon and mike
The Agent-Call
It was a while ago when I spoke with John Nickson, and I hoped he was back sooner. I saw a lot of insecure jobs, but really no-one was getting fired. I knew he was lobbying for me to get me in somewhere. But with my reasonable empty CV I wasn't going to find anything in the west soon.
Than I got a call from my Agent: "Hey Mike, do you have some warm clothing?". "Why are you asking?", while my hopes got a little bit up. "Spartak is offering a job to you." Surprised Spartak Moskva wanted me I asked me when I should go to Moskou. Laughing, John said: "Naah, we are not talking about Moskva, we are talking about Nalchik. Just come over to Russia, and I'll brief you. The contract looks good, and this is maybe your step in."
Excited and confused, I started packing my bags. I packed extra warm, but also some loose clothes. If it weren't ending out I got the job, I'd wanted to have fun. I would see the doctor afterwards.
The flight and meeting
Taking my flight to Sakartvelo, I was thinking. What would they expect from me. and why was i supposed to travel through Sakartvelo to get over the mountains, while I have my visum? When I stepped I saw a black limousine heading towards the plane. It stopped besides the plane, and before the stairs of the plane was completely down, the driver stepped out, and placed a white A3 paper with "Michael de la Parra" on it. Happy not having to pay for a cab, but a bit afraid I stepped in the back.
Sitting there behind in the limousine were 3 people with the frame of Sem Schildt, and the face of Rocky Balboa in the 13th round. With a heavy Russian accent they said: "We here for your protection. Our vor v zakone wants you save in stadium. Now sleep." Scared, but exhausted from the flight I went to sleep.
I was waken up by policesirenes. I felt the limouse were driving way above the limit, and I saw a big mansion besides a stadium coming up. With a dazzling speed we went to the (what seemed) steel gate, and the limousine stepped at the front door. Escorted by the 3 bears without bodyhair I was brought to a huge room, where 3 people were having some Vodka, while enjoying the heat from the small fireplace. With the door closed behind me, I walked to the only seat left, right in front of the fireplace.
"Welcome, mister de la Parra, to my beautiful mansion. I am delighted that you were able to come on such a short notice. To go to business directly. We want you. You're unknown, so they can't find anything. Not the Cops, not the KGB will be able to find any information about you. You just have 1 mission. Go stealthy to the top, and win Russia. It is supposed to be mine, and it will be mine. Do we understand eachother?"
Quite surprised by the directness of the guy who was obviously in charge, I said I was willing to do this, if they offered me the goods to do it. If I weren't able to play the players I needed, I would go.
"We understand eachother. My helicopter will bring you to the border, my men will make sure you get money for anything you want in Georgia, and will make sure you will get a flight back to your country. We meet eachother in a week, make sure to say goodbye, as you will be here in Mother Russia." With that I got a glass of Vodka, and the glasses met eachother. "For making Nalchik Best"
Good start Mike, keep it up
the First meeting
Here I was. Mother Russia was welcoming me, and I needed to guide the team to victory. We were starting at a poor 15th place. Our 4 topearners took together around 35% wagebudget, so I kicked them out. Not that I'm spoiled with 101K loanbudget, and no transfer, but hey, I need to work with it.
So, first thing I did was going to our striker Medvedev. Either you score at least 1 goal a match, or your out. Needless to say he scored 5 in the last 5 games. I am a strict coach. I amy lost 3-1 to Sibir, but Ural, Baltika and Tom were 3 wins, and the draw against Rotor is the 10th point.
We started at place 15, now we are 12th. I am sure we will get 8th, but I am aiming for more. My Chairman made sure there is some protection, and the anti-aircraft missiles on the top of the stadium gives an extra feel of danger/safety.
See you later there in England, need to get my AK-47 for the wedding of one of the players.
Great story and i love the weapon aspect to it
Great story, and hilarious
Quality posts Mike, keep it up
