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Predrag was packing his bags and getting ready early for his flight. He was honestly stunned at the results of the draft. He really thought that either Romana or Shanghai Dragons would get him. In the end Schwarzwälder locked him in as 1 of only 4 picks for their organization. The club had 4 player they wanted and nothing would budge them. If rumors are to be believed, trades were offered but the Germans wouldn't change their mind. He finished all his preparations a day in advance. It still felt weird leaving his apartment here in Istanbul.
He was going to have a few hectic days since he had to first fly to Germany to visit the HQ of Schwarzwälder Fußballverein in Pforzheim. Apparently the board really wanted to meet with him and talk in person. After that, he'd catch a flight to Montreal, as that's the club he would actually be playing for. Montreal had just won the league and the level of the average player in the Minor league was lower. It would be a much better place for him to dip his feet into the world of professional football rather than be thrown into the deep end with Schwarzwälder.
The day finally came and Predrag made his way to the airport. He was informed by his agent that Schwarzwälder took care of everything ahead of time and that he wouldn't have to worry about transportation. As he made his way through the airport, it only then dawned on him that his ticket looked a little weird. He had no seating listed and the time of take off was completely different to the planes he grew accustomed to while traveling the world for his Academy games.
"You are Predrag, correct?" A young woman approached him.
"Yes I am, how can I help you?" Predrag answered, clearly confused.
She chuckled. "Oh no sir, I'm here to help you. Let me show you where your private jet will be taking off from." She then guided him on where to go.
A private jet was not what Predrag expected. It made sense for the "big boy" clubs but he was fresh from the Academy. As he finally got into his jet, it felt wrong to be sitting in those luxury leather seats while he was dressed in second hand clothes. The flight was completely smooth. He had food and drink whenever he wanted it and it actually didn't taste awful. It was all so "odd" to him. Predrag had come from a really humble background. Nobody in his family was ever rich or had any experience in professional sports. He felt a bit...lonely and detached. All the players in Istanbul went their separate ways. Only Voda and Jim stayed together in Shanghai. Predrag was going alone to Montreal and that...hurt him more than he expected.
After a much shorter flight than expected. He landed in Germany. Naturally a limo was already waiting for him. The sprawling forests near Pforzheim were something to behold. It didn't take much for Predrag to imagine himself getting lost. Then he saw the wooden monstrosity that was the Drei-Täler-Kampfbahn. It was as beautiful as it was haunting. A monument to man's ability to push the limits of what is possible. Finally the car stopped and Predrag's door was opened. He was to meet with the board.
Nerves were getting to him. This was a winners club. Romana was rebuilding and they knew they were the underdog in the league, so they didn't put any pressure on each other. Shanghai was completely new and they hadn't yet developed an identity so they weren't going into the next season with any major expectations either. But Schwarzwälder was different. Only 2nd in the Major league by 1 point and finishing 1st in the Minor league, they were one of the clubs that weren't competing for a title every season, but expecting one. To disappoint the fans and the board, that wouldn't bode well for Predrag. Regardless, he steeled himself as he walked through the prestigious halls. At the end of the hallway was a grand double door, fully carved from wood.
Predrag entered that door and nobody followed him in. Who he spoke to and what they talked about is only known to him. Regardless, when he came out of that room he didn't seem that worried or afraid anymore. He got back to his limo and they drove him back to the airport. There another jet waited for him. This time he would be heading for Montreal, where he would be playing his first ever professional season. Only one thought echoed in his mind "I will win".
This dramatic retelling of events was written by Predrag Dobrić and sponsored by Montreal United
He was going to have a few hectic days since he had to first fly to Germany to visit the HQ of Schwarzwälder Fußballverein in Pforzheim. Apparently the board really wanted to meet with him and talk in person. After that, he'd catch a flight to Montreal, as that's the club he would actually be playing for. Montreal had just won the league and the level of the average player in the Minor league was lower. It would be a much better place for him to dip his feet into the world of professional football rather than be thrown into the deep end with Schwarzwälder.
The day finally came and Predrag made his way to the airport. He was informed by his agent that Schwarzwälder took care of everything ahead of time and that he wouldn't have to worry about transportation. As he made his way through the airport, it only then dawned on him that his ticket looked a little weird. He had no seating listed and the time of take off was completely different to the planes he grew accustomed to while traveling the world for his Academy games.
"You are Predrag, correct?" A young woman approached him.
"Yes I am, how can I help you?" Predrag answered, clearly confused.
She chuckled. "Oh no sir, I'm here to help you. Let me show you where your private jet will be taking off from." She then guided him on where to go.
A private jet was not what Predrag expected. It made sense for the "big boy" clubs but he was fresh from the Academy. As he finally got into his jet, it felt wrong to be sitting in those luxury leather seats while he was dressed in second hand clothes. The flight was completely smooth. He had food and drink whenever he wanted it and it actually didn't taste awful. It was all so "odd" to him. Predrag had come from a really humble background. Nobody in his family was ever rich or had any experience in professional sports. He felt a bit...lonely and detached. All the players in Istanbul went their separate ways. Only Voda and Jim stayed together in Shanghai. Predrag was going alone to Montreal and that...hurt him more than he expected.
After a much shorter flight than expected. He landed in Germany. Naturally a limo was already waiting for him. The sprawling forests near Pforzheim were something to behold. It didn't take much for Predrag to imagine himself getting lost. Then he saw the wooden monstrosity that was the Drei-Täler-Kampfbahn. It was as beautiful as it was haunting. A monument to man's ability to push the limits of what is possible. Finally the car stopped and Predrag's door was opened. He was to meet with the board.
Nerves were getting to him. This was a winners club. Romana was rebuilding and they knew they were the underdog in the league, so they didn't put any pressure on each other. Shanghai was completely new and they hadn't yet developed an identity so they weren't going into the next season with any major expectations either. But Schwarzwälder was different. Only 2nd in the Major league by 1 point and finishing 1st in the Minor league, they were one of the clubs that weren't competing for a title every season, but expecting one. To disappoint the fans and the board, that wouldn't bode well for Predrag. Regardless, he steeled himself as he walked through the prestigious halls. At the end of the hallway was a grand double door, fully carved from wood.
Predrag entered that door and nobody followed him in. Who he spoke to and what they talked about is only known to him. Regardless, when he came out of that room he didn't seem that worried or afraid anymore. He got back to his limo and they drove him back to the airport. There another jet waited for him. This time he would be heading for Montreal, where he would be playing his first ever professional season. Only one thought echoed in his mind "I will win".
This dramatic retelling of events was written by Predrag Dobrić and sponsored by Montreal United
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