Zlatan
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Well I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking:'Oh no not another story that lasts for 2 posts'. But this time it will be diffrent. I'll write this story in a real-life version, so fasten your seat belt, keep hands and legs inside the vehicle at any time and enjoy your trip.
Palm Trees and Power Lines part 1
'Beep, beep, beep'
Oh what a headache, Juan Carlos Blanco thought as he slammed his alarmclock off. He proceeded to the toilet, and as he was staring at the Snoopy calander in front of him he wondered what was going on with him. Ten years ago Juan Carlos was in the Atletico Madrid youngsters academy, he even made a promising debut. But than it happened, Juan Carlos had gone over the accident time over time. He was driving along the coast heading towards Las Palmas together with his friend Pablo, when he suddenly saw a car in front of him. Juan Carlos didn't do anything else but to steer quickly to the right. With about 120 kp/H he slammed into a tree. A palm tree. Pablo escaped miraculousy, but Juan Carlos didn't. A double broken leg was the result, he got lucky, so the doctors told him, that they weren't forced to amputate his leg. He went on to try and recover both physically and mentally, but after fighting for more than two years, he realized that it was impossible to return to Estadio Vicente Calderon as a player.
But Juan Carlos didn't give up football just yet. Alright, he couldn't play football, but maybe he could become a trainer somewhere. So off he went on a course that lasted for 2 years and he finally got his first degree when he was 27. Most teachers said he had good tactical insight and that he could become a good trainer. So he started as a youth trainer at the club that he had been supporting since he could think, which was Atletico Madrid. Beeing the trainer of the youth team he won several titles with his team. But he was more proud at all the footballers that he trained and that got their debut. He was the proudest at Fernando Torres. Juan Carlos first met him when he was seventeen and now he is twentyone and he already is the star player of the team. They've always had some sort of a friendship.
Everything seemed to go well and Juan Carlos was quite satisfied with life when his wife died. That's now almost three months ago. Juan Carlos saw his whole world falling apart. His wife had meant so much to him. She was one of the physio's who helped him recover. It was love at first sight. She helped him through the darkest periods in his life. But now she was gone. He cried so much that he could supply a whole nation with water. He started drinking, he got sacked and everything was miserable.
Juan Carlos walked over to the table in his living room where the bottles of whisky were all over the place. Juan Carlos was standing in front of his window. It was than when the phone rang...
To be continued...
So what you think of this introduction?
Palm Trees and Power Lines part 1
'Beep, beep, beep'
Oh what a headache, Juan Carlos Blanco thought as he slammed his alarmclock off. He proceeded to the toilet, and as he was staring at the Snoopy calander in front of him he wondered what was going on with him. Ten years ago Juan Carlos was in the Atletico Madrid youngsters academy, he even made a promising debut. But than it happened, Juan Carlos had gone over the accident time over time. He was driving along the coast heading towards Las Palmas together with his friend Pablo, when he suddenly saw a car in front of him. Juan Carlos didn't do anything else but to steer quickly to the right. With about 120 kp/H he slammed into a tree. A palm tree. Pablo escaped miraculousy, but Juan Carlos didn't. A double broken leg was the result, he got lucky, so the doctors told him, that they weren't forced to amputate his leg. He went on to try and recover both physically and mentally, but after fighting for more than two years, he realized that it was impossible to return to Estadio Vicente Calderon as a player.
But Juan Carlos didn't give up football just yet. Alright, he couldn't play football, but maybe he could become a trainer somewhere. So off he went on a course that lasted for 2 years and he finally got his first degree when he was 27. Most teachers said he had good tactical insight and that he could become a good trainer. So he started as a youth trainer at the club that he had been supporting since he could think, which was Atletico Madrid. Beeing the trainer of the youth team he won several titles with his team. But he was more proud at all the footballers that he trained and that got their debut. He was the proudest at Fernando Torres. Juan Carlos first met him when he was seventeen and now he is twentyone and he already is the star player of the team. They've always had some sort of a friendship.
Everything seemed to go well and Juan Carlos was quite satisfied with life when his wife died. That's now almost three months ago. Juan Carlos saw his whole world falling apart. His wife had meant so much to him. She was one of the physio's who helped him recover. It was love at first sight. She helped him through the darkest periods in his life. But now she was gone. He cried so much that he could supply a whole nation with water. He started drinking, he got sacked and everything was miserable.
Juan Carlos walked over to the table in his living room where the bottles of whisky were all over the place. Juan Carlos was standing in front of his window. It was than when the phone rang...
To be continued...
So what you think of this introduction?