I can still remember the glorious stadium that day, four years ago when it all came crashing down. Wembley Stadium, London. A gloriously sunny day in mid-May, and two clubs with everything to play for. The sponsorships, the increased budgets, the recognition, everything that comes with being promoted to the Premier League.
Yet as I lay face down in the Derby County changing room, drunk as a skunk, ten minutes to kick-off, surrounded by my Rams squad mates. None of them sure what to do. Then no-nonsense manager Billy Davies walked in and saw me, and my career came to a screeching halt right there.
I was only 26, but my career had spiralled downwards since my time in the Liverpool youth ranks. Once upon a time I was a promising midfielder with vision and pace, a midfielder that other managers would key on in their defensive game plans. Clubs clamoured for my signature, and eventually at the ripe old age of 19 I signed with then-top flight Leeds United for a club-record transfer fee.
I spent three seasons at Leeds, during which I was a thorough disappointment for the Peacocks. I was constantly booed from the stands at Elland Road, and virtually all of my dependency and anger issues stemmed from my treatment at Leeds. All in all, it was not a good time for me as a footballer.
After falling into the reserves at Leeds halfway through my third campaign, I was transferred to bottom-table Derby County. The Rams faithful thought I was some kind of saviour (they’d clearly never bothered to look at my Premier League stats from the previous two and a half seasons), and things only worsened upon my arrival. We fell from 16th to 19th and found ourselves relegated.
I went on to spend the next five years at Derby, mostly forgettable ones spent in the First Division. We challenged in the promotion play-offs twice, but never made a final. Until that 2006-07 campaign.
Somehow I’d found my form despite my dependency issues and constant falling-outs with teammates and the gaffer. I’d put together a career year at age 26 while managing to hide my off-pitch issues perfectly. There were rumors that Premier League teams wanted me during the January transfer window. My career was headed towards a rebirth despite all of my issues…
Until I decided to go out on a bender the night of the Promotion Final in London.
I was blacklisted from professional football, and I didn’t take it well. The past four years have been a blur, but I’m back, I’m clean, and I’m passionate. After the abuse my body’s been through, I don’t think I can make a comeback at age 31. But I’ve recently got my coaching licensing, and I just need someone to give me an opportunity. Tom Greening is back lads. Booze-free, and focused solely on the game he loved as a boy.
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It's my first attempt at a story so please, any and all commentary is welcome. I'm leaning towards either Halifax Town or Eastleigh. I'm not sure how my screenshots will work since I'm on my iPhone with this save. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated
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Yet as I lay face down in the Derby County changing room, drunk as a skunk, ten minutes to kick-off, surrounded by my Rams squad mates. None of them sure what to do. Then no-nonsense manager Billy Davies walked in and saw me, and my career came to a screeching halt right there.
I was only 26, but my career had spiralled downwards since my time in the Liverpool youth ranks. Once upon a time I was a promising midfielder with vision and pace, a midfielder that other managers would key on in their defensive game plans. Clubs clamoured for my signature, and eventually at the ripe old age of 19 I signed with then-top flight Leeds United for a club-record transfer fee.
I spent three seasons at Leeds, during which I was a thorough disappointment for the Peacocks. I was constantly booed from the stands at Elland Road, and virtually all of my dependency and anger issues stemmed from my treatment at Leeds. All in all, it was not a good time for me as a footballer.
After falling into the reserves at Leeds halfway through my third campaign, I was transferred to bottom-table Derby County. The Rams faithful thought I was some kind of saviour (they’d clearly never bothered to look at my Premier League stats from the previous two and a half seasons), and things only worsened upon my arrival. We fell from 16th to 19th and found ourselves relegated.
I went on to spend the next five years at Derby, mostly forgettable ones spent in the First Division. We challenged in the promotion play-offs twice, but never made a final. Until that 2006-07 campaign.
Somehow I’d found my form despite my dependency issues and constant falling-outs with teammates and the gaffer. I’d put together a career year at age 26 while managing to hide my off-pitch issues perfectly. There were rumors that Premier League teams wanted me during the January transfer window. My career was headed towards a rebirth despite all of my issues…
Until I decided to go out on a bender the night of the Promotion Final in London.
I was blacklisted from professional football, and I didn’t take it well. The past four years have been a blur, but I’m back, I’m clean, and I’m passionate. After the abuse my body’s been through, I don’t think I can make a comeback at age 31. But I’ve recently got my coaching licensing, and I just need someone to give me an opportunity. Tom Greening is back lads. Booze-free, and focused solely on the game he loved as a boy.
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It's my first attempt at a story so please, any and all commentary is welcome. I'm leaning towards either Halifax Town or Eastleigh. I'm not sure how my screenshots will work since I'm on my iPhone with this save. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated
