Inside the T100 School of Witchcraft, Gambling and Trickery – PART ONE

PART ONE

Have you ever wondered why some managers excel in T100 – whilst others like Broon fail time after time? Have you ever questioned how Mr DP continuously finishes in the higher positions of the gameworlds elite season on season yet poor Gerrit always gets sacked – is it a mystery? Is it coincidence?

It is neither it is due to the secret society of – no not the freemasons – but the secret T100 school of witchcraft, gambling and trickery which some managers attended in their youth – whilst others were either rejected or just never received their owl!

Let us begin with the school itself – situated in a dark, mysterious council estate in Huyton – it is a place no one would in their right mind consider going to – or even driving through for that matter and this is the sheer brilliance behind it all – no one – except those privileged to go there know it even exists!

On his 11th birthday Mr DP received an owl addressed directly to himself from a Mr Senior, headmaster – inviting him to the elite school of T100 witchcraft, gambling and trickery – a school where Mr DP and others would be taught to be the elite, the very best! Where lessons would consist of watching football, analyising players, going on scouting trips to the Peruvian second division and watching the Finnish ladies Premier League of an evening just to pass the time.

Mr DP was elated and set off straight away to London to buy the equipment on the list that accompanied the letter – upon arriving in London he made his way to a mysterious shop called Sports Direct in Piccadilly where he was assured he would be able to find all of the equipment he would need for his studies:

football boots – of any sort
football shirt – of any sort
football shorts – of any sort
a football – size 5
shin pads – of any sort
football socks – of any sort
a notepad
a laptop computer
a pen

Mr DP was taken aback upon arriving in the shop by the vast variety of merchandise that he could take with him on his educational journey to the T100 School of Witchcraft, Gambling and Trickery when his eyes set upon a rather bedraggled boy who was awash with second hand pens, notepads shirts, shorts and a new pair of sondico boots (odd ones) and socks!

“Blimey! How are you. Nuff said, yeah?” DP said addressing the strange looking boy?

The boy looked taken aback by the brash confidence and arrogance that Mr DP clearly showed in an abudance and responded…

“Hi….” he stuttered. “I’m Little Linda! and I am going to the T100 School of Witchcraft, Gambling and Trickery – but I do not know the way?”

Then silence – that seemed to last for months before Mr DP said –

“I know the way – follow me and the two set of on their journey that would last a lifetime….”

END OF PART ONE…