25-10-2008
(Sir Alex Ferguson POV)
"We are better team, champions of Europe. Go out there and show 'em. Don't disgrace the shirt by loosing to a championship team" I said at the dressing room.
It was all true. Every word was true. Until he appeared on the field.
I've seen such glamorous receptions of football stars. Owen, Maldini, Zidane.
The crowd cheered just because ball touched their feet.
And here they cheered for this boy.
I had seen the fire in Cristiano's eyes, he wanted to swallow this boy whole or make him part of himself.
He doesn't like being second, he's got that from me.
"You! Patrice, have you played football before! You fucking twat, did you left your brain here today" he fumed.
Patrice didn't look up, he remained seated on the white corner, Vidic seated beside him had a hand on his shoulder.
Good, atleast he understands his mistakes.
"And it's not just him! You couldn't stop a freekick! Take those gloves and shove them up your arse" , I shouted. Even though I know, nobody could have possibly save them, there could have been buffon himself standing and the results won't change.
I could see the frustration eating them away, making them more angry, this they will take to our next game and it's What would win us trophies.
They need to have set ablaze, to feel that fury that would bring out their love and passion to their game, and if this won't, then they don't deserve to play in this red shirt.
"Get your shit and move to the bus. You, put your bags. Make sure nobody help them" I said making them glance up for a split second then move back down with shame.
"It's another Hattrick for the golden boy, the crowd goes wild. The unstoppable mayhem continues"
"Sir Alex, what went wrong?" Asked a reporter, and I almost thrrew a bottle on that bastards face.
"Nothing went wrong. We scored 2 goals, our defence did the job. Some things which were out of our control went sideways. The referees made some intriguing decisions, it's all part of the game" I said.
I needed to protect the boys, after this loss, the fans would be loosing their heads, especially against Rio.
He was the one that had fouled the boy 3 fucking times.
"Do you wish you had did something differently?" Asked another.
'i wish you're mother had' I thought.
"No. We played perfectly, today was Everton's day" I said making him sit back.
"What do you think about Matthew Delevigne's performance tonight?" Asked a BBC reporter, she was wearing a tight skirt.
"He takes very good freekicks" I said, and that was an understatement.
The boy had scored 3 world class freekicks and did that horrendous celebration by spreading his arms at United fans.
And these idiots let him do that, atleast Carraghar had the balls to put the kid down.
"Ronaldo looked quite upset after the defeat, did you have a word with him?" Asked a Portuguese media reporter.
"He's upset with himself. Cristiano is exceptional player with amazing drive. He was not happy with his performance today" I said.
I have answered enough.
"Thankyou" I said standing up, and moving towards the exit.
The lads needs a reminder, who runs this club.
(Pov end)
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(Pini Zahavi POV)
"Inter Milan, Juventus, Paris Saint Gemain, Atletico Madrid, Real Madrid. These outside the premier league." Said James, he had been handling queries from the clubs world wide.
"In England?" I asked.
"He can play for any team he wishes to" said the short ginger man making me sigh, who would refuse if he showed the slightest interest to play in their team.
A hattrick against Liverpool, amazing.
Again, against Arsenal, Exceptional.
A hattrick against Manchester United of Sir Alex Ferguson, the reigning champions of Europe. That's out of this world.
"Forward me every email, every call. I'll be talking to the clubs which are interested in him. And, any brand deals?" I asked to which he nodded.
"A lot of them. Here's the list." He said Handing me a list of 15-20 brands.
"Lot's of Asian countries focused brands?" I asked seeing Suzuki and Honda on the list.
"He's quite famous there, there's also samsung which wanted him to promote their new phone." Said James adjusting his glasses.
"I'll talk to him tomorrow" I said as the boy need time for his recovery today.
The boy has single handedly defeated one of the world's biggest clubs, I was sure about it by now, he is going to be the biggest singning in my managerial carrier.
And I will make sure he reach the heights to his potential.
(Pov end)
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(Third person pov)
"European champions falls to Toffees, what a great game Alan. Another Hattrick by Delevigne, this time from set pieces, what do you think about those freekicks?" Asked Gary Lineker with a smile.
Cameras zoomed towards Alan Shearer, who was wearing a dark blazer, "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant, but I like open goals more" he said with a grin.
"Spoken like a true striker, but before we move forward here's the clip of Alan when Delevigne was taking his freekicks." Said Gary making Alan's eyes widen.
First freekick, Alan looked closely at the screen, he had a neutral face his bald head reflecting the surrounding light onto the camera.
Matt stood 3 feets away from the ball, which was at a distance of around 25 feet.
Exhaling, Matt looked at the wall infront of him, and without giving any thoughts he hit the ball with his left foot, making it curve on to the top right corner.
Alan jumped up from his seat, his hands raised in the air mouth hung wide open, "Whoa!" He exclaimed with a smile, and then started clapping.
"There's two more, but the only difference is he was already on his feet during the last too." Said Gary laughing.
Alan too laughed, "we have to hand it to the Everton football club, They gave him the self confidence to reach his potential. I don't see many 16 year old taking set pieces for big clubs" he said making Gary pause.
"Big clubs?" Asked Gary.
"Ya, I mean the premier league clubs.. I can see club take risks on young players in the championship, not at the elite level." Said Alan clarifying his point.
"That's true, and his form, the boy's setting expectations too high" said Gary.
"He's setting standards for others too, we saw Ronaldo, Vidic, Neville all leaving the field in anger, that's what happens when you don't perform at your expectations" said Alan.
"They are European champions, they should be." Said Gary laughing making Alan burst out too.
"And this year, they were performing up to their mark. Second in the league, and unbeaten, Ronaldo had scored 6 goals, their passion towards ball.. it was unmatched" said Alan, he folded his legs and kept explaining United.
"Everton leads the chart with 25 points, United is the closest by drawing 2 and now loosing one,. sitting on 20." Said Gary.
"The boy did say they'd win the league, and now he's made doubters pause, by beating a top contender of the league." Said Alan with a resigned smile, he was one of the people that had criticised Matt for being too arrogant.
He could almost hear himself, "There's a rationale behind every analysis, which we pundits do. And nobody right now thinks Everton can beat United.. man United", that's what he had said and now he wished he hadn't.
"He certainly did, didn't he" laughed Gary looking at Alan's face.
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Vogue Australia Head Studio
"Hi, my name is Samara Weaving, I was casted in Out of the Blue soap Opera as Kirsten Mulroney. This is my profile" said a blonde teenage girl wearing tight black leather pants and top.
Her blue eyes looking at the cameras little hesitant and anxiety, lips remained smiling.
'Please. Please. Please' she prayed in her mind to God, for a yes.
She wanted to be a top model atleast in Australia, her soap Opera had been denied another season, she didn't wanted to fade away like other teenage actresses and forgotten.
Clothing and fashion, that's what she was aiming for, when she heard about vouge was doing a cover, she came here running.
"That was good Samara, we have fixed the other model, we'll be checking your camera compatibility, you can expect an answer by the end of this week" said an Assistant Photographer.
Samara smiled, and nodded her eyes giving away her disappointment making the AD little awkward.
"Thankyou" she said and started to move towards the changing room, her mother looked concerned and sighed looking at her.
'So they already had someone. All this work I did, not eating and drinking anything for the whole day, exercise, practice. Everything was a waste in the end' she thought, a tear almost slipped from her eyes.
"Excuse me, can you tell me about the other models" she asked turning around.
The people on the set continued their work, AD of Photography who was talking to a manager looked at Samara, "Oh, there's only one model, well sort of. It's Matthew Delevigne, a footballer in England. It will be his first shoot, he has acted in Harry Potter movie before."
Samara smiled, this time a little genuine.
'So it's going to be a shoot with a sports celebrity? Then I might have a change' she thought glancing at her toned abdomine.
She was wearing a crop top with a cut blazer and tight pencil skirt.
'He was in a Harry Potter movie! So lucky! Delevigne, he must be related to Cara Delevigne' she thought walking inside the changing room.
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"Is this true? Can we really trust this source?" Said a bald white man wearing a loose white shirt waving a paper infront of a well dressed woman.
"Yes, it's all true. It came from a team player, and the way he's making news, I'm certain this will be a big hit" she said with a smile on her brown skinned face, her eyes showed greed behind her beauty.
"We might get few lawsuits though" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"We can spare some for charity and lawyers. IF, this came true after my investigation" he said pressing the word if, he didn't believe this news to hold any weight.
"Do we have the luxury to investigate! This is gold! We've finally found a story that could make us millions and you want to give it away" she said loosing her composer, slamming the table infront of the man.
"It's still be better than loosing everything I've built over this" he said throwing the papers on the table.
She paused, her eyes landed on the paper and stared at him for few seconds, "That's why we have remained mediocre till now" she said leaving the man's office.
He looked at his partner and couldn't help but sigh, it was rare for a business like his to have integrity, but he made sure to not sell his soul, at least till now.
It made him a better man, the more he struggled the more he became creative and more driven towards his craft.
"Did you really do this.. if you did.. I wish you best of luck kid" he said as he called a private number.
(Pov end)