Mexico!!!

Can I vote Poland? If not, I vote Mexico

2013-05-05 20:51#98007 Louis O. : Can I vote Poland? If not, I vote Mexico

I chose some particular nations. I like Poland, but I left them, England, Uruguay, Argentia, etc, out, just because I wanted certain options.

Osamu Sakurai

Full name: Osamu Sakurai Ramos
Date of birth: 1st January 1997
Place of birth: Mexico City, Mexico
Nationality(s): Mexican, Japanese
Position(s): Forward, Attacking Midfielder
Ethnicity: Japanese
Favorite Club(s): Pumas, Seattle Sounders
Preferred Number: 8

Japanese Mexican? Not your everyday ethnicity haha. This is a very cool idea, will follow

Good luck mate! What PA are you giving him?

Mexican/Japanese...i'd HATE to see what hes been eating all his life? Spicy Sushi Tacos?

Osamu stared at the pitch. He knew he was running out of time. He was 15 years old and he hadn't even been picked up by a club yet. This was his last big opportunity, and he couldn't mess up, if he wanted to ever have any success in the footballing world. Football was all he ever wanted to do, and he was never able to catch a break and earn himself a place at a club.

Here he was now, warming up with San Luis coaches, with the chance to join their Under 18 team. He had never been on a trial before, but he knew he was good enough. He had spent almost the entirety of his spare time since he could remember on the streets of Mexico City, playing football, and he was always the best player out of his friends.

He was born in the capital, despite his ethnicity being a rarity in the country. His father was a Japanese businessman who often traveled to USA and sometimes in to Mexico for business, and it was in Mexico where he met Osamu's mother, a local, who his father settled down with and began a new, simple life.

Osamu was a long way from home now, though, a couple of hundreds of miles from Mexico City- that was how important the trial was to him.

The coaches began to rabble on about various drills, Osamu following their command, before they eventually set up a five aside match between the candidates. Osamu was put in his natural position, a forward. He could play a bit further back, but he was quite clinical, so he did not see the need.

The game was not too fast paced. The opposition were better than the average street kid, but nothing Osamu could not handle. Within a couple of minutes Osamu was already in front of the net with an opportunity, curling a ball in behind the helpless custodian. He did it once more before the game ended, keeping his team ahead without the others doing much at all.

He and two others were told to stay behind while the rest were dismissed cruelly. He was handed a piece of paper that looked to him like a contract.

"Bring that to one of your parents, or a guardian. Get them to sign it, and you're in." One of the Coaches assertively directed the trio, before dismissing them as well.

Osamu grinned as he folded the sheet and placed it in his pocket, making his way back towards the train station to head home.

Nice idea, good luck Toon

MEXICO!!!! WOOP Nice update

Good luck buddy!

Osamu was ecstatic as he made his way off the train and towards his home. On the way back, he had called his father's friend, Luciano Sánchez, the man who got him the trial in the first place. Luciano was a football agent, and he said that he would work with Osamu and try to find him a club. Thanks to him, Osamu was going to join the San Luis youth squad.

He burst through the doors of his home to inform his parents. "I got through!" He yelled passionately, waving the contract in front of him. His father smiled and patted him on the back, before taking the paper and inspecting it. "I'll sign this and post it to the team, Osamu. You get on with your school work now. Good job."

Osamu sighed. He appreciated why his father made him work, as he knew he only wanted the best for him. His parents both said they believed in him, but he knew they didn't really think he'd ever play for one of the big Mexican clubs.

He took his textbooks in to his room and began to revise. He knew he didn't need to, as he had confidence he could go far, but, he did it for his parents sake. Soon, he'd be playing for San Luis.

Good start, Toon. May Osamu's career reach the very top.

Great start Toon, your presentation in your posts is second to non!

Osamu was stood in the changing rooms. It had been over a month since the trial, he had since been fully accepted in to the team and had been given the number 11 shirt- which he requested. He felt 11 was his lucky number, being born on new years day made 1/1 significant to him. He didn't know exactly why he liked the number. He just did.

He had trained with his new team several times, and he'd really got to know them well- in fact, he got on with all of them, despite being the youngest, as he was 15 and everyone else was 16. This wasn't really discussed much, though, as Osamu was perhaps the most talented of the bunch.

Soon later, after changing in to their kits, they were sent out on to the pitch. The game was full of action- it was a lot more serious that street football. Right off the bat, his team began to pile up the pitch. Without even noticing, he made his way up forward.

After about half an hour, Osamu had already had one or two chances, one of them being easily saved and the other skewing wide. His confidence was fading away. He was losing concentration. One of the full backs came bounding up forward and crossed a shot in... the ball flew past Osamu. His heart skipped a beat- had he just missed the best chance of the game so far due to lack of concentration.

He turned to see his strike partner volley it in to the net to put the team ahead. "Sorry." Osamu said. "I feel a little weird." His fellow striker nodded. "No problem... we scored didn't we?"

A few minutes later, they conceded, putting the team back level. Osamu wanted to win this, but he hadn't done anything worthwhile. At half time, the squad piled in to the changing rooms, where the manager spewed on about tactics. Osamu just wasn't in the zone, he was spaced out, and when the squad were sent back out, he didn't know what to do.

A few minutes in, a midfielder played the ball forward. Osamu ran for it. He knew it would just be cleared away, but- no, the defender stumbled. Osamu ran in to the ball, knocking it in front of him and sprinting towards goal. It felt like everything was in slow motion as he ran... he was in front of goal... all he had to do was finish it.

"Don't miss." he whispered to himself. "Don't miss."

He closed his eyes and hit the ball before falling on to his back. He didn't dare open his eyes. A teammate ran over and jumped on him as he opened his eyes. "Get in, Osamu!" he said, helping him up. Osamu glanced over the net to see the keeper picking up the ball.

Osamu was jubilant, but... he felt woozy. The coach called him over. "Great job Osamu. You look a little sick... do you want me to sub you off?" Osamu shrugged. "I think it might be for the best." The coach nodded warmly before calling over the sub. "Thanks for the chance."