I turned 18. I had nothing to do. Lost 6 months working in a convinience store and it closed, no money... Didn't even get my wages... Then, I lost another 4 months looking for a job and doing some newspaper delivering. I then tried to apply for Accrington Stanley's youth team. I went to the A team easilly. A poor ridicolous 1060/week. Thought it was a somewhat good for a start. Went to my first game. Nervous. Tickling. Thought i'd completely wreck everything, like no goals, nothing good made there. My opponents: Dagenham and Redbridge. They were getting pretty hard on my team. And they attacked, and attacked. 45 minutes, 2-0, we were losing. I changed my modes of playing. Surprisingly the tables turned. I scored at 60 minutes. But at 86, I got injured. Bad start, I thought. Still we had a draw, lucky goal at 89 minutes. We were in the middle of the table. Some, but little, already liked me. I was injured for 3 games. Then, game aginst(...pardon my english) Burton Albion. They started pretty ruff, they were in the 16th position. It started. I was like in my debut. At 29 minutes, a teammate passed me. I was spectacularly positioned, I just needed the header. I couldn't make it. Then it came. 35 minutes, we were losing. 1-0. It startled me. At 40 min it was a draw, 1-1, my goal. Easy one for the note. At 60, scored another one. 2-1. Then, from 70 minutes, I couldn't play right. I couldn't pass. Couldn't shoot nor dribble. Then, they scored. 2-2 and the game ended, we were at the bottom of the table. I went to a event with my partner, forced to wear a ridicuolous suit. My boss started to hate me. Then newspapers reported I couldn't score for 5 games already. Then the gaffer thought I wasn't happy, he putten my on the transfer list. After that, Patrick sponsored my boots for 47.000 for year. Update soon!
My first dribble:
The stadium supporters on my first game:
My new Patrick's boots:
The ridiculous suit(man I can't believe that I wore that to the party!):