A Meeting That Could Shape the Future of British Football
Sir Bobby Charlton sat in his plush office in Manchester. He was sipping at tea whilst waiting for his 5 guests to arrive. He had told them over the phone that he had a proposition and that they would not want to miss out, so to come to his office on the 25th of March 2012. His phone rang. He picked it up and it was the voice of his ancient secretary Babs rattling down the phone in her rasping voice.
"They're here Sir Bobby" she said.
Thanks, Babs, send them in" replied Bobby and hung up the phone.
He hardly ever spoke about it but this proposition he was about to make brought back inner demons relating to that horrible accident that happened on 6th February 1958. That had been the death of a team but if this idea was put into action then this could be the life of a team. It was the demise of Chesterfield that had given him the idea. This idea, if implemented correctly, could turn out to be revolutionary. The start of a new era for British football. He was determined to make it work.
His guest filed in. Any great sports fan would have loved to be in this room right now. Bobby had used his contacts all through the beautiful game to make sure these 5 men had answered his call. He looked at them, satisfaction etched across his face. This was going to work.
"Hello Gentlemen. I'm all for small talk but right now let's cut the crap and get down to business" started Bobby. When he spoke people always listened. He was the great
Sir Bobby after all.
"I suppose you want to know why I have gathered you all here?" Bobby went on, "Well to be honest I have a... a proposition I suppose you could call it. My proposition is a big one. It is ambitious but as I look at the incredible minds of the game here today, I am starting to believe that it is more than achievable. My proposal is that we, yes you and me my friends, start up a football team to take the place of the corrupt Chesterfield in the Football League."
After much deliberation, Eusebio and Di Stefano said they thought it was a great idea. Zidane and Zico decided they were up for it and Diego said he thought it was a crazy idea, and that's why he was in.
"There is just one query I have" said Eusebio, his voice little more than a whisper, "Who are going to be the players for this team and what is the team name?"
"Well, "started Bobby" I have found a close knit community, full of the most avid football fans who are willing to put themselves forward as the clubs player. I have seen them in action and they are a quality team, no star individuals, a team of workhorses who will get the job done effectively and efficiently. I say there are no star individuals but there actually is one, the striker and future captain Mike Hunt, is a special player with a real eye for goal. There are also a couple of other players who stand out slightly but essentially Hunt is the equivalent to this team that Messi is to Barcelona, that Ronaldo is to Real. And in response to your other question, the team name is FM Scout United as this is the name this community goes by."
"Fantastic" said Eusebio and Maradona in unison.
"One last thing thought before you go, you must tell nobody about this idea of mine, as I want to make sure everything is in place so that it will be successful, before I go ahead with it and advance it further. I will contact you within a week to give you the lowdown on if it is going to go ahead. "
Everyone exited as Bobby was left in his office contemplating the steps that had just taken place. HIS club was close to being instituted. HIS club was going to start from the bottom but it would
be successful and would
become a European power house. A tear glistened in his eye as he thought about the meeting, the magnitude of what had been started overwhelmed him. He was ready to come to the fore and put to rest the demons of Munich. He was ready to take on the World. It would just take time...