'Background: Chris Turner's footballing career started off at local team Sawston United at the tender age of 8 years old. He spent six years at Sawston winning the 'Colts 'B' League' and one 'Tesco Cup' victory over local rivals Histon Hornets.' Chris never got on with his manager and after a verbal fight between the two, Turner left the club to join 'NST', despite having to move down to the 'D' League of Cambridgeshire football. Then after leaving NST, during which he spent 2 years at the club, Chris coached the local Sawston Clubs from ages of 'Under 11's' to the 'Under 15's.' Chris was out of football until the age of 24 then went on to earn his coaching badges. After this, he spent 5 years at Cambridge United, coaching the 'Under 16's'. Now at the age of 30 years old, Chris is on the lookout for a management career at a bigger club.'
'The Train to Wales-Chapter One'
Monday, 16th November 2009
The man sat at Whittlesford train station that Monday morning. A typical November in England. Cloudy, a light shower and a strong enough wind to blow your coat hood off. The commuters hurried by, all of them worrying about where they had to be, thinking they were important but yet all meant so little. Trains clattered past at 45 miles an hour, windows steamed up and window wipers furiously cleared the rain from the grubby windscreens. Middle aged men were drinking coffee and reading the 'Metro.' No-one bothered to look at the 30-something man, sitting on the damp, metal seat. They had places to be, meetings to go to. The odd couple would kiss an emotional goodbye but they were irrelevant.
As the rain steadily became a downpour, a man walked over from the car-park. He was wearing a suede suit with a tie that didn't match. He spoke in a slight Welsh accent but his expression was dead-pan and serious.
'I think you better come with me.'
He didn't have to say anything else. The two men strolled over to the waiting train. This was no ordinary Monday morning. This was the start of a new job. A new career. But more importantly, for that insignificant accountant, a new life.
The train slowly accelerated away. They were just two unimportant men. But to some, they would soon mean so much.
As the rain steadily became a downpour, a man walked over from the car-park. He was wearing a suede suit with a tie that didn't match. He spoke in a slight Welsh accent but his expression was dead-pan and serious.
'I think you better come with me.'
He didn't have to say anything else. The two men strolled over to the waiting train. This was no ordinary Monday morning. This was the start of a new job. A new career. But more importantly, for that insignificant accountant, a new life.
The train slowly accelerated away. They were just two unimportant men. But to some, they would soon mean so much.
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