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    Would be perfect if we got some left wingers or actual central midfielders

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    Looks like we have quite a lot of former talents in our ranks.
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    Quote Originally Posted by AJ View Post
    Looks like we have quite a lot of former talents in our ranks.
    Could have of Chelsea youth academy then

    Reminder that any last minute signees have until 5.30pm tonight to sign up.

    Shambalane will be added tonight

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    Boo yeah!

    Welcome CM

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    AND THAT'S THAT!!

    Deadline has passed, and so we welcome the Super Zan Football Club!

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    Quote Originally Posted by ZanSnake View Post
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    “A sudden change of scenery….”

    Prologue

    Another interview, another opportunity to find a job and another chance top improve. From past failures I have grown to improve, and this won't be any difference. Just sitting and waiting for the boss to come back and we'll see what will happen. Fingers crossed!

    Mr Cootch: hahahaha

    As I await, a bellow of laughter enters from the other side of the door. A large roar, I wonder what has made him chuckle so loudly? Soon enough, the laughter grows louder as Mr Cootch – my possible boss – enters the room and sits opposite me.



    Mr Cootch: Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to... talk your application through with some colleagues.
    Johnny: That's fine sir, It wasn't really that long.
    Mr Cootch: Well Mr Arses, I am going to cut to the chase. We can't hire you. Actually, we won't hire you.
    Johnny: Oh please call me Johnny, and why? If that's okay to ask.
    Mr Cootch: Your name is Arses! It's suitable with the amount of s you spew…
    Johnny: I beg your pardon…
    Mr Cootch: You must have some diarrhoea or something, your s is overflowing! Must've gotten ss in your ears. You talk so anally too. F!

    Another interview that's turned into a character assassination based upon my last name. I sigh, as I rise from the chair, heading off to the door. Once again I stop due to the next barrage of abuse that was about to spew out.

    Mr Cootch: I'm sorry. It's been a bad day for me, please take a seat.

    Cautiously, I sit back into the chair.

    Mr Cootch: It must be hard to have such an evocative name. The name calling. The bullying. You must've had a good woman behind you.
    Johnny: Yeah. My wife's been very supportive for me.
    Mr Cootch: That's nice. I guess she always behind you. You like that don't you? Up the rear! You Arses! I would stop, but I bet you wouldn't give a s! Remember to grip your ears firmly before you pull your head out of …. well, you!

    As his laughter came charging in, I sighed once more as it got just more ridiculous. Soon, instinctively, I start to think of a response.

    Johnny: You know, your fascination with Arses is starting to worry me. Did you drop the soap in school? Oh, might be because your nose is shoved up there so much, but be careful! It's so long it might penetrate in there. Look, I’m no gynaecologist, but I know a c when I see one.

    In fury, I am ordered to leave the property as my mind comes back to me. And once again I leave a job interview with failure. But, there will be another one and another chance. I return home with one new email: a football job vacancy. I mark it read and continue my search.

    A few weeks later...



    Security: Stay out and never come back!

    And again. Another job interview with a special escort out. I am honoured! Not every day that happens, but, that does mean that maybe I won't be getting the job. The number of interviews are drying up. More selective roles are popping up that I can't apply for due to not having the experience.

    Johnny: Must be something….

    In the end, I search on all the sites and only the same vacancy comes up: the football job. It's been there for a while, tempting me, but I was always told to be realistic. With the wife in the kitchen, a smell of an aroma of sauce comes wafting into the living room. I stop and stare at the game icon on my computer screen.



    Johnny: I have been playing this more and more lately…

    I mumble as my mind convinces me more. Maybe it is worth a go, even a cheeky attempt. Putting my virtual career as my experience – which I’ll boldly state in the application – and you know, I might get to be on UniLad or something.

    Johnny: Worth a shot! When life gives you a chance, you ought to take it!

    With an optimistic outlook, I clicked on the link of the advertisement as well as booting my latest save to fill out all the information it needed. Accordingly it's for some new team, so maybe they would want a new manager?

    Only time will tell, and I couldn't wait! Especially with such a lovely meal waiting for me too.



    It has been a few more weeks since I applied for the football vacancy, and during that time I heard through the grapevine that they had hired someone. Since then, it's been more of the same. Applications but nothing going along, eventually something will occur.

    A few more seasons on Football Manager came with some more Premier League titles and even a Champions League win. Maybe if I could add that into the honours I sent, I would've gotten the job – I jokingly thought as Kane scores to win me the World Cup.

    As I awaited for my wife to come back from work, my phone started to vibrate beside me. After nearly falling out of my chair and spitting my water over my monitor from the sudden shock, I grabbed the phone in a rush and answered it.



    The number wasn't anything I had seen before. The rarity of my phone hardly ever calling, though with no sound does mean the difficulty of noticing one is quite high. I answered with hesitation.

    Johnny: Hello, this is Johnny's phone. How can I help you today?
    Caller: Mr Arses, congratulations.
    Johnny: Hmm Sorry I don't follow? Did I win the Phetrovology again?
    Caller: No. You have become the football manager of Super Zan FC. You shall have a BBC interview, for which we'll escort you to afterwards to the stadium to meet with the chairman. All this shall happen with 48 hours.
    Johnny: Wait what? I.. I have the job? 48 HOURS??! How?? Where? When?
    Caller: God man, keep your shit together. One thing at a time, just pack your shit.

    The conversation ended there as he hung up on me. The emotions were a bit hot wire, to be honest, not knowing how to react. The first thing is to start packing, but I had to just wait for my wife. After all, this isn't just my future that I am dealing with.



    It was a quick response from the BBC News team, there were at my house before I knew it and my wife had just gotten home. With a few cups of coffee and some biscuits disappearing, the interview started. It was a short and quick interview, but there was significant thing that I took away from it.

    Reporter: So what's is going to be like to go back to the nation you came from? There will definitely be pressure to impress being the monarch's son and all.
    Johnny: Wait what?
    Reporter: Your last name 'Arses'? It is the Zanish bastard name. Given to those that are both a bastard son of the Zann and a traitor who emigrates out of the Island. Did you not know that?

    The expression on my face painted all they needed to know, but remember the saying my mother used to say to me I remain calm.

    Johnny: From what I know, I am born and bred within England and I was married here. My mother died before I could learn my family heritage, be-it I am Zanish or not. I am honoured to become the football manager of such an illustrious, supported club.

    After a few more questions, we escorted the crew out and finally I was able to let my thoughts settle on the question that had shook my world. The knowledge of not only my father, but that my whole family was from another country.



    I am the heir of the monarch of the Isle of Zan, a country I wasn't born or raised in, and will soon be working in. It was like the vacancy was more for me to get over there rather then for the job? But nonetheless, all I can do is be realistic and take it day-by-day.

    The Isle of Zan is my next destination and meeting my father is the next major step, with my wife committing to her work contract for at least the next year, “the cut-throat world of football wouldn't be the best bet for 'stability'” she said.

    The next morning, I was awoken by a not welcomed knocking at my door by two people wearing very black, shady clothing.



    Johnny: Hello, and who are you guys?
    Shady Guys: We are the atypical shady guys, here to take you to the Isle of Zan.
    Johnny: Oh, okay. Let me just get my stuff-
    Shady Guys: No time. Your coming with us.

    I was ushered out, only allowing to say goodbye to my wife from shouting outside in my front garden. There was a lot of stares as I was only wearing my dirty y-fronts at the time, the cold breeze wafted all over me, as the eyes of the elderly couple next door watched my every step. Mrs Maghee was promptly staring at with, her eyes somewhat bulging out of there sockets as Mr Maghee licked his lips, his eyes bouncing along with my movements. It then occurred to me, maybe our neighbours weren't the kindest ones to us for no reason…

    I was then pushed into the back of a certain small car…


    The towering men struggled to maintain their massive builds in the small crafted car, but still seemed to be at ease with the spacing issue. Maybe out of repeated trips in the car? I couldn't tell, but even if I wanted to, I was soon discovered a room solver.

    Shady Guys: Right next we have to take some security practicals to ensure not dweebs follow us.

    Before I can ask what, I saw some chloroform and some bags next to me. Suddenly, a thought that a fellow wearing a tin foil hat might be creaming at this scenario right then. But as predictable as a torrid England performance – or watching an England performance, I was soon out like a light.



    When I woke up, I was strapped to the helm of a boat wearing a shirt saying, “You've been Kidnapped by Shady Guys” to which a large amount of contact information was added. This made me think that maybe, this was just another day for Znaish transport. As I was cut down from the pole – after god knows how many people 'Titanic'-ed me – I turned round to see mist awaiting me. The water particles flew at me like projectile vomit from a baby, I was drenched. I stood in my wet t-shirt, my wet y-fronts and some soggy mismatched socks.

    This wasn't the kind of arrival I wanted to make to my 'motherland', but everything starts off one way and will only get better. Soon the mist and fog started to fade out, and the first piece of land from the Isle of Zan awaited me eyes.



    Not even a second into the Isle of Zan and I was being flipped off!

    A sudden change of events – I thought, like it was some sort of quote predestined – had occurred within the last 48 hours. My knowledge of myself, my family and my heritage had shaken me. And now, my life was next.



    Johnny: So that's my story of getting here, and why I am dressed like this. I am looking to get to Zandon and some castle? I suppose.
    Nurse: Bitch! You telling me your life story for? I don't give a shit, even if you were the fucking Gimp of the bloody North! You sit here, being pleasant and shit! Fucksake! You in Zandon fool. I pity the fucker who can't see shit!

    She points over to a massive castle on the other side of the city, I am taken-a back. I was certainly being blind, and now rude.

    Johnny: I am so sorry! Thank you for your help, and I apologise for the long unwanted story.
    Nurse: I aint getting no Oscar shit.

    I run down the road, missing the cars that seem to be aiming for me and the weird other transport this place has. And soon I am at the bottom of the slope of where the bottom where Zan Awesome Looking and Historically Awesome Too Castle starts. The hectic 48 hours would be worth it once I enter the castle. In nothing but a soaking t-shirt, dirty y-fronts and ripped socks, it is now time to start the new chapter of my life.

    All with firstly meeting my boss and father – ZanMan.

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    This is going to be great!!

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    Update:

    It has starte, but due to illness a few days later. Hopefully will get things started properly soon, with write up etc.

    Sorry for delay guys, but thought i'll let you all know it's started.

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    Take some Zantibiotics, you'll soon be reet

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