MATCHDAY 1; KASIMPASA (H)

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MATCHDAY 1; KASIMPASA (H)

Cetin Anderson sat happily eating breakfast. The joy on his face was obvious; he was almost gleaming.

"Does that smile mean you're starting?" His mother asked with a smile.

"I don't know yet but I hope so."

Anderson was long beyond keeping his expectations down. He could see it now; stepping into the Bursa Ataturk, the crowd screaming and chanting his name. A chance to represent the club of his heart at the very top level. A chance to compete with the best in the league. He wanted it, he thought he deserved it.

"You better or i'll get down there and give Mr Saglam a piece of my mind."

Anderson couldn't help but laugh. She said that now but he was sure she'd bow down and bless him if she ever got the chance to be near him, the whole of Bursa worshipped this guy.

Anderson looked to the Tv where they had began previewing the day's games. He zoomed in into the most important one;

Bursaspor vs Kasimpasa; Matchday 1

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Ertugrul Saglam, the manager, sat mulling over the the first team. More like the starting elleven. For the first time he had generall doubt. He didnt know who to start!

He looked over his options once again. He had narrowed down his options to two; Huysen Cimsir, his star defensive midfielder and one of his markeee singnings of the season and Cetin Anderson, a young talented midfielder.

The opponent was a midtable team so it made more sense to start the youngster. He would help control the tempo create more chances… but was he ready? It was a big match at home, a bdad perfomance would certainly destroy him.

He looked over his choices and chose a name. For today he would go with experience.

By the time he and his coaching team walked into the changing room all the players were already there. Anderson and Batalla sat in the corner laughing amd joking around seemingly in their own world. But when the manager stepped in everyone kept quiet.

"Not much to say today, we've trained hard and were ready for the season. Play hard, play with passion, play for yourselves, play for your families, play for each other, play for the fans and most importantly play for Bursa!"

"For Bursa!!" The team shouted back.

"Okay here's the starting elleven, in goal Ivankov…"

Anderson leaned in as the manager belted name after name, finally he got close to the midfielders.

"...in midfield, Batalla and Cimsir…."

Anderson's head began to reel. Hadn't he trained enough, all the castles he had built in the sky began crashing down. Had he just exoected to walk into the first team, no he would have to work harder.

"...and the last person on the bench Anderson."

Anderson's doom and gloom lifted immideately. He had made the bench!!! He still had a chance, now all he had to do was wait.