Stories of Troublous Defensive Midfielder

[ekxl]

Here i want to share my career story with you.

I begin my career at Belgian first division team Anderletch, as a central midfielder. Unlike those all who're sharing their careers around there, i wasn't so gifted player (OOC: I prefered to 'lock' my skills at one point) I'm a player with 18 passing, 16 tackling, 15 heading, 10 set pieces 6 dribbling and 5 shooting skill (you can see all my skills here (http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/2396/koxro7.jpg), i wanted to create a player like my real abilities).

At Anderletch, unfortunately -however, expectedly- i couldn't found much chance. I spent half and a quarter year at team, played 13 games (mostly, from substitution), scored two and made three assists. Boss, who was very angry with me after he caught me lying naked along his girl (in addition, in his house) placed me to transfer list, i had no chance except leaving my Belgian career behind.

I signed for Welsh First Division team Cardiff Grange Quins (ex-boss did his best to prevent my good chances) for 26k p/w and two years contract. In Wales, everything was simply perfect. When i arrived the team, we were fighting against relegation (lucklily, there wasn't any second divison in Wales), i found chances, used them in good way, friends did their best and finished league 14th. Next season was unexpectedly good, for both team and me. I met a blonde chick, after a couple of weeks we married (Some said my ex-coach's girl cried for weeks, you know, i'm somehow talented off the pitch too ; ) I tackled, passes, dribbled and helped my team to finish leage 6th. We were out of cup by the first match but it wasn't a big deal for a team who finished last season 14th. Next season, i decided my next target: Winning both league and cup..

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We started my third season good. Really good. After a few weeks, we managed to take the lead. We were playing good, i managed to score some goals, i was both top passer and assister of the season, i felt over the moon after signing new sponsorship offers, buying myself a new yatch, new jewelery for my wife who's pregnant now, simply, everything was perfect..

Till the day..

The day i couldn't resist a tempting offer..

of another chick :wall:

She wasn't that beautiful but... You know... I hadn't done the wild thing with my wife for ages! She always rejected me after her positive pregnancy test.. The chick i met at supermarket offered me a good night in her room, i gone behind her and... I saw a silly picture of mine at all tomorrow's newspapers. Unfortunately, my wife, my boss, my family, my friends and my teammates also saw me and the story of my little escape. My wife divorced from me, my friends lost their respect, manager bashed and turned his back to me.. I - lost - my - everything, in the middle of my best season. I lost my all confidence, my life. I played real bad on the pitch but i didn't really cared after all.. We knocked out of the cup just after the week i was divorced, The New Saints were leading the league with ten points in advance and i felt i was lost myself. Lost...

At the end of my contract, i turned down my club's new offer and decided to leave Wales, leave all troubles behind. I really needed a new life..

I closed the Cardiff Grange Quins era of my life with 52 games / 26 goals / 13 assists / 27 MoM statistics, and started to listen offers.
There were some really tempting offers (including an offer from Liverpool) but i accepted Argentinean First Division leaders Independiente. I gathered all my stuff together and took the first plane from Wales to Argentina with thoughts of a new life, waiting for me, Argentinean steak, wine and.. girls.. Yeah i have to admit that i was hoping for even a marriage to leave all my bad memories behind...

[JJU]

haha, brilliant stuff. You truely are the Turkish George Best :lol: (only maybe not as good, yet :P)

Keep it coming!

[ekxl]

When i get off by plane, i met Argentinean snow, before girls. It was cold, for sure. I didn't expected that (as my old geography teacher wouldn't be surprized). Anyway, i arrived to south hemisphere and bought myself some wool sweaters and became ready for football.

But there was a problem...

..it was that..

.. those guys weren't playing football! Something else, something really strange but not football! They were running like 100m sprinters and all shooting like Roberto Carlos freekicks, even in training. We were soft and clean in Wales, yeah i have to admit that sometimes muddy and so dirty but, relaxed. Slowly. Slowlyslowly. Why to run that much ha, c'mon, it's just football!

I never thought we have another world in the south hemisphere of our little earth. Nobody told me that.

Anyway, those are what i was thinking when i was watching my new teammates from grandstands in training. I watched them like watching rugby match or sth, i completely forgot that somebody (f.e. my coach) are expecting me to play with them!

Anyhow, i was on the pitch with some strange creatures wearing a football shirt and playing a game looking like football. They were playing so good and fast for me, so i sit on the middle of the pitch to watch them. It cost me a game rating like three and that was only a start. The nightmare continued every weekend, creatures, shirts and sitting (sometimes laying) me on the pitch.

Boss didn't liked that, he put me on transfer list but nobody were interested with me said my agency 'cause everybody thought i'm restless bullship (yeah bullship). Press came over me, boss came over me, even my family came over me (that was because i forgot to supply them some cars and properties) and i felt i was failed once again. I spent remaining days of my one year contract with my secondary personality (yes i was aware of the fact that i was becoming schizo)

I ended my Independiente career with five matches and one assist (if you count that the ball accidently hit me while i was lying on the pitch and found our striker Nanni's head). That was all..

So, there was nothing i earned (except some money), i was still in the bottom, with no self-confidence and bad relations. Where to move next? was my major question, and i replied it "Scotland"...

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... Great Britain again.. In Highlands, i felt like home (despite i'm Turkish, actually)

I signed for Scottish second division team Albion Rovers, a two years contract for 50k p/w. After my sign, i found myself in the middle of a battle against relegation -again. It's unlucky that there were a division we can relegate.

It was four weeks left to the end of fixtures and we were three points behind to get out of relegation zone.

I started from first eleven in the first game and imagine what i did? An assist and a red card shown! My sinister luck didn't left me after a trip for southern hemispehe too! We lost the game, and the other one which i was suspended and guaranteed a place in third division.. I was shown another red card at the end of the fixtures and that meant i was in real trouble: three matches played and two red cards shown. I thought to apply for Guiness book for worst starters section but i gave up quickly after a friend reminded me about Argentina..

When clubowner called me for a meeting in his office, i couldn't heard of him 'cause i was bood and jeered by fans gathered outside of training ground. I was sure boss didn't singed me a song but i didn't cared much, troubles and pains were becoming more and more usual for my life....

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.. Suddenly, i decided to stand against all pains and unlucky. I had had done something, i had to choose one from pains or success, and i made my choice..

Season started, i had some confidence and i was ready for action, ready to fight, get a regular first eleven chance and help my team in achieving promotion. Sadly, nobody were aware of my choices so they continued to react me..

Coach's, boss's and even supporter's pressure was huge, but they weren't that painful on the pitch. The problem was my team mates. They disliked me at my first three matches with team and all of them was blaming me for our relegation. So, as you might already presumed, i realized after the very first ten minute of the first match of the season, they didn't passing the ball to me. They kicked it for throw in, they lost it, they dribbled through our goal but they didn't gave the ball to me..

I tried to go get the ball with my own effort, fought for tackles but after my successful tackle, a teammate (!) of mine was getting the ball and passing it to somebody else.

Tackling is good ability and statistic for a midfielder, however it's passing what's expected from you. Without keeping the ball in my feet, it was somehow impossible, you know. I managed to touch loose balls sometimes but it wasn't enough for me to secure a good match rating which will help to gain respect of both coach and teammates..

I lost my confidence after getting 'three' as match rating in a four games in a row. I lost my first team place. Everything looked like -once again- lost for me.

If you're in Scotland, if you feel like a piece of dirty handkerchief, there is only one thing to do: Going a pub and drinking beer upon beer. I did. I sang dirty songs, drank beer, sang 'you'll never walk alone' (i don't know why), drank beer and picked up a quarrel..

By morning, when i gone to stadium to sit over my bench place and warm there with my ***, team mates felt the smell of scottish beer and coach sent me home with a disappointment..

At home, drunken and weeded, in a moment of madness, i decided to play as central defender who don't need to recieve passes in order to do his work on the pitch. 'Course i was sure that my coach won't agree that but who cares; he couldn't be worse to me. Anything couldn't be worse than that...

[AfterDeath]

Haha, this is fantastic! I love it, a great career and also one which isn't the usual "instant star" but something a little different. :) As JJU says, Georgie Best!

[ekxl]

Next match that i found first team chance (thanks to god there i was one of the best skilled players on the team and it wasn't so hard to get chances), i played as central defender and played good. Next match i played even better and i started building my confidence again step-by-step. I raised my average rating to 8 with playing five games with nine ratings and eights.

I felt way more good now, fixed my relations with teammates, get some encouraging ovation by supporters. Coach asked me to return to my midfield position again, i rejected him. I started to recieve few passes, made some assists, even scored at the cup. Everything seemed to going on its way -except girls. I couldn't met any, probaly because of my bad reputation with ex.

While everything was going good, my coach transfer listed me -without any reason for the first time of my life. I couldn't understood him and his decision while i found my spirit again, but he rejected all my private meeting offers. I was started to think that if i was cursed by a haitian voodoo magician while i was on vacation with my yatch...

I went home and started to drink. I drunk whatever i could found. Whiskeys, beers, wines, everything. I was almost over the moon by midnight...

At an unearthly hour, i recieved a phone call and i replied everything i heard with yes; said my menager one day later, before i fired him. He said he called me to tell me about the offers i recieved and asked if i'd like to play for Chilean team Puerto Montt. I slapped twice and let him go before i started to get my things together in my good old bag. Once again, i had to leave my home.. And once again, for travelling to a country belongs to southern hemiphere..

[ekxl]

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