Hey, this is my first attempt at a dynasty on OS and Im just getting some practice in before NCAA 11 and FIFA 11 come out because I want to do some with those. I am going to put a story segment into my updates so they will be broken into two parts, the first one will be mostly text and describe the background of what is happening and the second part will be game reports, transfers, injuries, etc with tables and graphics. Also a lot of Spanish will be used in the story part but for the most part they will be either words everyone knows or looks similar to its English meaning or will be translated by another character. The story is told from the point of view of the assistant coach.
I hope you guys enjoys. Im working on the team intro now
Chapter 1 - An Unusual Meeting
It was nearing the end of June as he stepped out of the Vigo-Peinador Airport terminal. The breeze cooled him off after being in the stuffy building with the other passengers. It was his first time traveling to Spain, or anywhere outside of the Western Hemisphere for that matter. He glanced from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the driver that was suppose to pick him up. Just days before the Segunda División had finished yet another season of soccer and the off season was quickly coming to an end. He had been contacted two weeks ago about a job offer to be an assistant coach for Celta de Vigo
“Presumo Sr Viñas?” he turned around to greet the speaker, “Sígueme por favor.”
His Spanish was rough and he almost tackled the man as he thought of some rather unfriendly remarks that might have just been thrown his way.
“Uh,” he thought for a second, “Gracias Señor?”
“Eusebio Sacristán Mena, head coach of Celta.” said the man rather impatiently as he opened the door to his car, “Get in, we have a long drive to the stadium.”
He was glad that his new boss was fluent in English and had switched language without being asked. He placed his luggage in the trunk of the new Comarth Xtamy and climbed into the passenger side next to Eusebio as they pulled out the airport parking lot and headed west towards both of their futures.
“Ahh! Bienvenido a mi país Sr Viñas!” exclaimed Carlos Mouriño, el presidente of Los Celestes, or Sky Blues as the team is commonly referred to by supporters, “Estamos contentos de tenerlo aquí.”
“He says welcome to Spain and that he is glad you are here.” explained Eusebio, “Dónde quieres que me lo lleve ahora?”
“Sí sí , lo llevan a la casa club y le dejó conocer al equipo” he announced as he waved them off and went back to signing papers.
“Come, he wants me to show you the team before I take your hotel.” said Eusebio as he let out sigh of exhaustion. They walked down corridor after corridor until they came across a sign labeled ‘Advertencia: equipo de personal sólo’. Eusebio opened the door and they filed in to the room full of men.
“Atención! Este es el Sr Viñas, el es nuestro nuevo entrenador asistente de los Estados Unidos. Su Español es malo para darle la oportunidad de aprender.” Eusebio turned toward his companion, “Go ahead and talk to some of the guys, I told them not to expect much Spanish from you right now.” laughed Eusebio as swiftly walked out of the room, knowing that the gringo would have problems being lost in translation.
He slowly walked through the room, making casual nods and only using quick phrases one would learn on their first day of Espanol I. Most of the guys were still getting dressed back into street clothes making conversation awkward. He stopped at a plaque that he was able to roughly translate as being given to the runners up in the Copa del Rey in 2001. Celtic had once been a really good team but now an accomplishment would just be finishing in the top half of the lower division.
“Hi, I Hugo, nice meet you.” he glanced to the side to see who had spoken the broken up English. He saw that the speaker was one of the more younger players on the first team and tried hard to give the same effort in Spanish that young Hugo had given in his own national language. They found themselves both laughing at their horrid attempts of speaking second languages. He did find out that he was not the only one who was there for the first time, just about all of the coaches were brand new to the club, but of course he was the only one not from Spain or one of its former colonies.
The players started to clear out of the room and soon only a few stragglers were left behind. A commotion broke out on the other end of the room as several of those remaining broke out into a heated argument. He walked closer to get a better view of what was happening when suddenly two of them started throwing punches and those around them started shouting words of encouragement. He ran up to the group, pushing his way through to find out the reason behind the fight but as he neared the combatants one of them tried to run away in his direction, knocking him to the ground in his retreat. As he fell his head struck a bench and light turned to darkness as he drew closer and closer to unconsciousness.
I hope you guys enjoys. Im working on the team intro now
It was nearing the end of June as he stepped out of the Vigo-Peinador Airport terminal. The breeze cooled him off after being in the stuffy building with the other passengers. It was his first time traveling to Spain, or anywhere outside of the Western Hemisphere for that matter. He glanced from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the driver that was suppose to pick him up. Just days before the Segunda División had finished yet another season of soccer and the off season was quickly coming to an end. He had been contacted two weeks ago about a job offer to be an assistant coach for Celta de Vigo
“Presumo Sr Viñas?” he turned around to greet the speaker, “Sígueme por favor.”
His Spanish was rough and he almost tackled the man as he thought of some rather unfriendly remarks that might have just been thrown his way.
“Uh,” he thought for a second, “Gracias Señor?”
“Eusebio Sacristán Mena, head coach of Celta.” said the man rather impatiently as he opened the door to his car, “Get in, we have a long drive to the stadium.”
He was glad that his new boss was fluent in English and had switched language without being asked. He placed his luggage in the trunk of the new Comarth Xtamy and climbed into the passenger side next to Eusebio as they pulled out the airport parking lot and headed west towards both of their futures.
“Ahh! Bienvenido a mi país Sr Viñas!” exclaimed Carlos Mouriño, el presidente of Los Celestes, or Sky Blues as the team is commonly referred to by supporters, “Estamos contentos de tenerlo aquí.”
“He says welcome to Spain and that he is glad you are here.” explained Eusebio, “Dónde quieres que me lo lleve ahora?”
“Sí sí , lo llevan a la casa club y le dejó conocer al equipo” he announced as he waved them off and went back to signing papers.
“Come, he wants me to show you the team before I take your hotel.” said Eusebio as he let out sigh of exhaustion. They walked down corridor after corridor until they came across a sign labeled ‘Advertencia: equipo de personal sólo’. Eusebio opened the door and they filed in to the room full of men.
“Atención! Este es el Sr Viñas, el es nuestro nuevo entrenador asistente de los Estados Unidos. Su Español es malo para darle la oportunidad de aprender.” Eusebio turned toward his companion, “Go ahead and talk to some of the guys, I told them not to expect much Spanish from you right now.” laughed Eusebio as swiftly walked out of the room, knowing that the gringo would have problems being lost in translation.
He slowly walked through the room, making casual nods and only using quick phrases one would learn on their first day of Espanol I. Most of the guys were still getting dressed back into street clothes making conversation awkward. He stopped at a plaque that he was able to roughly translate as being given to the runners up in the Copa del Rey in 2001. Celtic had once been a really good team but now an accomplishment would just be finishing in the top half of the lower division.
“Hi, I Hugo, nice meet you.” he glanced to the side to see who had spoken the broken up English. He saw that the speaker was one of the more younger players on the first team and tried hard to give the same effort in Spanish that young Hugo had given in his own national language. They found themselves both laughing at their horrid attempts of speaking second languages. He did find out that he was not the only one who was there for the first time, just about all of the coaches were brand new to the club, but of course he was the only one not from Spain or one of its former colonies.
The players started to clear out of the room and soon only a few stragglers were left behind. A commotion broke out on the other end of the room as several of those remaining broke out into a heated argument. He walked closer to get a better view of what was happening when suddenly two of them started throwing punches and those around them started shouting words of encouragement. He ran up to the group, pushing his way through to find out the reason behind the fight but as he neared the combatants one of them tried to run away in his direction, knocking him to the ground in his retreat. As he fell his head struck a bench and light turned to darkness as he drew closer and closer to unconsciousness.
didn't realize that was a rule but I removed it.
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