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05-14-2007, 03:24 PM
I'm Charlie Line, a 29 year old currently plying my trade at Real Madrid, my 7th club! I previously played for Leeds United, Groningen, Uni Madeira, Celtic, Sampdoria and Lazio before finally landing a dream move to the Santiago Bernabeu.
I was an excellent prospect at Leeds, playing every game in my debut season and netting 20+ goals and Young Player of the Year. Despite a successful 1st season, I was sparingly used over the next season. A plethora of substitute apperances and sometimes not even being included in the squad left me at an all time low. Despite this, I returned for my third season at Elland Road, more determined than ever. Leeds won the Premiership at a canter, I hit 56 goals that season and was once again voted Young Player of the Year. My 4th season started well, but I picked up injuries constantly and during one of my lengthy lay-offs I made a stupid and potentially career threatening mistake; I took performance enhancing drugs. It's no excuse, but it was the end of a crap season and I was sick of my injuries. I saw it as a way to help me get better, so I wouldn't have to go through the hell that is a long injury lay-off ever again. I took the drugs with 1 game left, fully expecting not to get caught. I figured that, as I was unlikely to play again that season, I wouldn't have a drugs test.
My contract ran out at Leeds early into the 5th season, and despite professing my love for the club (with a gigantic Leeds tattoo on my forehead) and a desire to stay, my contract wasn't renewed. I was shocked, but I needed to find work and so I ended up at Dutch club Groningen. The players and the staff were friendly enough, but the football was dire. I was just getting used to it when suddenly I was called in by the Manager to explain that I'd failed a drugs test. I couldn't believe it. I explained that I had taken the drugs months before, but it was all too late. I'd let the club, the fans, my mates and my family down. Worse though, my girlfriend of 4 years left me.
I figured it would be stupid for my career to stay in a country where snorting coke and smoking weed is legal, so I handed a transfer request in. Annoyingly, it took the best part of the rest of the season before anyone took an interest, and even then only one club came in for me. Uni Madiera are a club I had never heard of, but they were top of the Portugese 1st Division, and about to sew up a title so I thought I'd give it a go. I played a few games and bagged a couple of goals and they won the title. Although I didn't qualify for one, I was given a winners medal. I later gave this medal to a kid who had lost a leg in a bike accident. He was a Porto fan. I was nearly lynched...
I didn't like the football in Portugal, but I did bag 20 goals in my first full season. Unfortunately, we defended our title about as well as a collander defends water. The best part about my stay though was meeting my future wife. I saw her in a supermarket, she smiled, I asked her out and we went at it later that night. Theoretically I bagged a double hat-trick that night but I digress...
Although I was extremely grateful for the opportunity to resurrect my career at Madeira, I really missed the hustle and bustle of England. So I moved to Scotland... :S But when Glasgow Celtic come knocking, you dinnae say nay. As they say in Scotland. I took a huge wage cut, and was pretty much told that I was backup for the backup, but I relished the challenge. I was only 23, had a beautiful girlfriend and couldn't wait to pull on that famous hooped top.
I enjoyed 3 glorious seasons at Celtic. I only won 1 Championship, but was twice voted League and World Player of the Year. I netted 58 goals in my final season, before getting bitten by the itchy-foot bug again and planning a move away from Celtic Park. I also enjoyed a great rapport with all those connected with the club and wanted to get the club as much money for me as possible. Sampdoria and Italy beckoned, a move that netted Celtic £25 Million quid!
Sampdoria was a nightmare. I couldn't settle and when Lazio came knocking in January, I jumped ship. The press thought I was mental for moving to a team 1 measly place above Sampdoria, but they were forced to eat humble pie as I hit 6 against Sampa later that season on the way to a UEFA Cup spot. I was once again voted League and World Player of the Year - That's two season in a row! The next season started brightly, I was in a rich vein of scoring when I got some incredible news. My girlfriend was pregnant! We quickly arranged to get married (in Rome) but I could tell she didn't like Italy, and she certainly didn't want to bring a kid up there. Conveniently, Real Madrid were on the look out for a new stiker and, although it wasn't Portugal, it was close enough.
My first half-season at Real was okay. I scored plenty on the way to fourth place. The next season was magical. Winning the title at a canter, me grabbing 68 goals and winning League and World Player of the Year for an unpredented 4th time along with the birth of my second daughter capped a wonderful year for me.
So there it is. I've hit 351 goals in 371 appearances (74 as a sub!) and contibuted 27 assists. My current boot deal with Puma (worth a paltry £1 Million a year!) runs out at the end of next season and I'll be looking for a deal to match my clothing sponsor Nike (£4 Million a year) and my food/drink sponsor Red Bull (£3.1 Million a year). I earn £31,000 a week and currently have £46 Million sitting in the bank. I also own an Aston Martin, an Audi, 3 Lotuses (the missus likes them) a TVR, a Lamborghini and a Ferrari. I would have more of the Ferrari's, but I keep getting asked to give 'em away for chairty! But after the career I've had, I'm happy to!
I was an excellent prospect at Leeds, playing every game in my debut season and netting 20+ goals and Young Player of the Year. Despite a successful 1st season, I was sparingly used over the next season. A plethora of substitute apperances and sometimes not even being included in the squad left me at an all time low. Despite this, I returned for my third season at Elland Road, more determined than ever. Leeds won the Premiership at a canter, I hit 56 goals that season and was once again voted Young Player of the Year. My 4th season started well, but I picked up injuries constantly and during one of my lengthy lay-offs I made a stupid and potentially career threatening mistake; I took performance enhancing drugs. It's no excuse, but it was the end of a crap season and I was sick of my injuries. I saw it as a way to help me get better, so I wouldn't have to go through the hell that is a long injury lay-off ever again. I took the drugs with 1 game left, fully expecting not to get caught. I figured that, as I was unlikely to play again that season, I wouldn't have a drugs test.
My contract ran out at Leeds early into the 5th season, and despite professing my love for the club (with a gigantic Leeds tattoo on my forehead) and a desire to stay, my contract wasn't renewed. I was shocked, but I needed to find work and so I ended up at Dutch club Groningen. The players and the staff were friendly enough, but the football was dire. I was just getting used to it when suddenly I was called in by the Manager to explain that I'd failed a drugs test. I couldn't believe it. I explained that I had taken the drugs months before, but it was all too late. I'd let the club, the fans, my mates and my family down. Worse though, my girlfriend of 4 years left me.
I figured it would be stupid for my career to stay in a country where snorting coke and smoking weed is legal, so I handed a transfer request in. Annoyingly, it took the best part of the rest of the season before anyone took an interest, and even then only one club came in for me. Uni Madiera are a club I had never heard of, but they were top of the Portugese 1st Division, and about to sew up a title so I thought I'd give it a go. I played a few games and bagged a couple of goals and they won the title. Although I didn't qualify for one, I was given a winners medal. I later gave this medal to a kid who had lost a leg in a bike accident. He was a Porto fan. I was nearly lynched...
I didn't like the football in Portugal, but I did bag 20 goals in my first full season. Unfortunately, we defended our title about as well as a collander defends water. The best part about my stay though was meeting my future wife. I saw her in a supermarket, she smiled, I asked her out and we went at it later that night. Theoretically I bagged a double hat-trick that night but I digress...
Although I was extremely grateful for the opportunity to resurrect my career at Madeira, I really missed the hustle and bustle of England. So I moved to Scotland... :S But when Glasgow Celtic come knocking, you dinnae say nay. As they say in Scotland. I took a huge wage cut, and was pretty much told that I was backup for the backup, but I relished the challenge. I was only 23, had a beautiful girlfriend and couldn't wait to pull on that famous hooped top.
I enjoyed 3 glorious seasons at Celtic. I only won 1 Championship, but was twice voted League and World Player of the Year. I netted 58 goals in my final season, before getting bitten by the itchy-foot bug again and planning a move away from Celtic Park. I also enjoyed a great rapport with all those connected with the club and wanted to get the club as much money for me as possible. Sampdoria and Italy beckoned, a move that netted Celtic £25 Million quid!
Sampdoria was a nightmare. I couldn't settle and when Lazio came knocking in January, I jumped ship. The press thought I was mental for moving to a team 1 measly place above Sampdoria, but they were forced to eat humble pie as I hit 6 against Sampa later that season on the way to a UEFA Cup spot. I was once again voted League and World Player of the Year - That's two season in a row! The next season started brightly, I was in a rich vein of scoring when I got some incredible news. My girlfriend was pregnant! We quickly arranged to get married (in Rome) but I could tell she didn't like Italy, and she certainly didn't want to bring a kid up there. Conveniently, Real Madrid were on the look out for a new stiker and, although it wasn't Portugal, it was close enough.
My first half-season at Real was okay. I scored plenty on the way to fourth place. The next season was magical. Winning the title at a canter, me grabbing 68 goals and winning League and World Player of the Year for an unpredented 4th time along with the birth of my second daughter capped a wonderful year for me.
So there it is. I've hit 351 goals in 371 appearances (74 as a sub!) and contibuted 27 assists. My current boot deal with Puma (worth a paltry £1 Million a year!) runs out at the end of next season and I'll be looking for a deal to match my clothing sponsor Nike (£4 Million a year) and my food/drink sponsor Red Bull (£3.1 Million a year). I earn £31,000 a week and currently have £46 Million sitting in the bank. I also own an Aston Martin, an Audi, 3 Lotuses (the missus likes them) a TVR, a Lamborghini and a Ferrari. I would have more of the Ferrari's, but I keep getting asked to give 'em away for chairty! But after the career I've had, I'm happy to!