Phew! I have just caught up from were I left off this afternoon and the updates are great. Love it! Can I just ask, are you making this up as you go along, or have you created yourself on the editor and ended up at Farsley Celtic? Either way it is a great SOMS. I'm surprised not many people are commenting as it is one of the better SOMS out there at the moment.

I've been reading this and tbh I think it fantastic. I love the centered text and your general vocabulary. KUTGW !!

I put myself on the editor and found myself at Farsley...

What was your PA ?

Dunno, one hundred and something..

This would look much better if you didn't have the text centred and deleted the edit tags on the first post.

Okay, thanks.

Diary of a Young Footballer

Throstle Nest
2:51pm
September 8, 2007

I sat there on the wooden bench next to the goalkeeper whilst the under-18’s manager was giving us our orders, everything seemed to become very blurry and the light blue door out onto the corridor towards the pitch. This was the biggest match of my life against my favourite club. Everything seemed to shoot by until I could hear my boss calling my name. I leapt up out of my seat and headed towards the door following by 10 team mates with the boss and staff following me. I shook hands with a few Halifax players I had seen. The Halifax players lit up the gloomy corridor with their yellow shirts and out we stepped onto the sun with 79 fans and parents spread out across the stadium which fit in 3,000 on a good day.

I looked around and took up my place on the halfway line waiting for the match to begin. Everything seemed to happen suddenly and we were on the rocks with defending a Halifax corner. I glanced at the little scoreboard whilst on the far post, it read 4:31min and a white capsule seemed to shoot past me and the net rippled, Jess Sheriffe had converted the corner and it was my fault.

3:41pm

I was playing like a fairy, everything was going wrong for me. I was last in every single 50/50 challenge and the ball seemed to be snapped away from my feet when I received it, everything seemed familiar, like Thursday night, that dream. Now I was the one on the slow side. I could see a light blue figure out of the corner of my eye, they seemed to be readying a player, most likely to replace me. The ball came to my feet then an almighty barricade hit me, when my Adidas F50+ Tunit’s hit the ball I felt alive, I skimmed one player and played a one-two of the striker, Ronnie Millar, I dropped the shoulder and another man was beaten I linked up well with Millar again and I was through on goal I feinted but the keeper didn’t budge so I went for the lob and caught the ball in mid-air with my laces and the ball flew straight into the top corner.

As I wheeled away in celebration I could see the light blue figure turning black with his jacket and walking away from the touchline, I was delighted!

[…]

The game ended 1-1.

Diary of a Young Footballer

Home
8:06am
September 13, 2007

My life was just getting started, I scored my first goal for Farsley Celtic Under-18’s and two mammoth ties were just ahead of me. Middlesbrough on the 15th and Chelsea on the 22nd. Nothing was going to stop me from being a part of those matches but apparently, it was…

I picked up the cereal bowl and tray which I had for my supper last night, my vision was impaired because of the whopping great big tray in front of me. I skipped along the blue carpet until one split second when my heart skipped a beat I missed the third step down and the cereal bowl smashed against the shoe cupboard as I followed it down the steps, my back smashed off the cereal bowl and I was propped up by the cupboard and all I could see was the stairway lights.

I was in agony, my ankle was mangled and I couldn’t put any pressure on my ankle or else it would snap. I could hear footsteps getting increasingly louder. I thanked god that it was the familiar grey hair of my Dad who lifted me out of the staircase and softly onto the Black Leather sofas, they had never felt so good.

Great update.

This is really good and your writing is absolutely fantastic

Keep up the good work.

Diary of a Young Footballer

Halifax General Hospital
10:22am
September 13, 2007

I gingerly stepped out of the Corsa with my right ankle heavily taped up I lumbered over to the entrance with my Dad taking me every step of the way, I got some mucky looks from someone who looked every familiar, probably a Halifax youth player from the weekend. I made my way through the A+E entrance and we got in straight away ahead of a waiting room which was doing nothing but gathering cob-webs. I told the nurse about my injury and we trudged through a corridor which looked like a ghost town, which had no population until a doctor suddenly burst out from a cubicle to meet us and he took me into the cubicle..

”It’s bad news I’m afraid, you’ll have to avoid any form of sport activities for up to a month.”

The anger on my face was visible as I knew I’d miss the matches against Middlesbrough and Chelsea and possibly a few more matches after that, only time would tell. I was hoping that I’d heal quickly and be back for the Bury match on the 29th but it was a long shot. I would get through it but I don’t know how. I’d have to watch the big matches on the sideline or in the stands, which I was not happy about…

When we got back home I was told to rest so I had a power nap on the leather sofa for a few hours. I was woken by what felt like spikes digging in on my chest but it turned out to be my cat, Freddie’s claws. He noticed the taping on my ankles and seemed to hide from it behind my knee and slowly approached the ‘strange white figure’ he threw a claw at it and saw that it was harmless so he cuddled up to it and began to lick it and penetrate the material...