Story Coach by the manual [A treva and Pakistani Army production]

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Jack Teague and Arslaan Khalid: Two very promising South African internationals. It was the time of the 2015 World Cup in Sri Lanka in which South Africa went in as hot favourites to lift the trophy. Amongst the team there were many experienced campaigners, including names such as captain AB de Villiers, Morne Morkel, Dale Steyn and Hashim Amla. There were also quite a few new names such as Shane Francis, Michael Peterson, Jack Teague and Arslaan Khalid. Jack Teague had only played a handful of games at international level but had come off the back of a great season in England with Somerset. Arslaan Khalid originated from Pakistan but decided to play for South Africa after living most of his life there. Khalid had already made a break into the squad but needed to prove his worth at the 2015 World Cup.

Spots in the team were hard to find with a well cemented side coming off the back of the tour to the West Indies. Arslaan Khalid appeared in all of the 5 ODI's out in the Caribbean taking 6 wickets @ 37. Jack Teague was his main rival for a place, getting just the one game in place of injured pace bowler Morne Morkel. Teague took 2 for 58 in the match but was soon replaced when Morkel came back. Heading into the World Cup it was a big story on who would get the final bowling place. Would it be Khalid or Teague?

The first game had come against Bangladesh in the group stages. It was announced Khalid would get the spot with Teague left out to watch. The game was won by South Africa with Khalid taking a handy 2 for 41. His place was safe for the 2nd game against England in which South African again won. Khalid took 2 wickets again and it looked as if Teague may well miss the whole tournament because of Khalid's fine form.

Things started to boil over behind the scenes. Teague frustrated with not making the side, bowled a full toss at Khalid in a net session before the 3rd game. Khalid got upset and an argument followed in which both players had to be pulled away by their team mates. Despite this Khalid continued to perform consistently by taking a tidy 1 for 38 against Kenya in the final group game.

Much of the same followed during the Super Eights in which South Africa qualified with relative ease. Khalid's performances had been solid and he looked to have the final bowling spot nailed for the Semi Final against Sri Lanka. With Teague left on the side lines he could only hope for an injury to give him a chance. The morning before the game the news was released that Khalid had injured his index finger in training and would not be able to play in the Semi Final match. Teague had his chance and boy did he take it, taking 5 wickets in a scintillating spell of swing bowling. South Africa made the final thanks to a century from Hashim Amla and set up an encounter with India.

Khalid had recovered from his injury, but with Teague excelling against Sri Lanka, he wasn't sure of a place. The decision was left late on the morning before the match to pick Teague instead of Khalid. South Africa went on to win the final, Teague taking 2 for 47.

The careers of the two men gradually got bigger and bigger, and by the end of it they were both big stars of South African cricket. They had learnt to play with one another, but the rivalry never disappeared...
 
LOL great start to a great story.

Hope fully one series in evry match khalid takes 5 wickets and teague takes 5 wickets :p
 
Great start to the story! Mr Baker might be getting a small cameo if he continues accusing people of stealing their ideas :p haha! Love the story though :)
 
Monday 17th November 2038

I arrived back in Johannesburg for around 6pm. I hate flights that take any longer than a few hours, and this was no exception. A family of five were to blame. I had Orange juice chucked in my face after the youngest kid of three pointed out the window, just failing to remember she had an open bottle of Orange juice in her hand. For at least 5 hours of the journey the baby a row in front was either screaming or crapping it's pants. Fresh air was well and truly needed after the flight I can tell you.

This was all because of an urgent call on Sunday evening that had brought me back from my holiday in Barbados. They better hope it's urgent because otherwise I'll get angry, and last time I got angry it was half a dozen Carrots that felt my wrath. But anyway, that story is for another time.

So I'm here, just walking through the arrival place and I see a big bloke all suited up holding a card saying "Teague". He looked like an MI5 agent. Black suit, tie, sunglasses, ear piece, everything. I thought "Oh S***! This is for that incident involving that drug dealer." My first thought was to leg it. But where would I go? I decided to just stay calm and walk toward the guy.

As I neared him I could feel my bladder filling up. Now was not the time to piss myself I thought. When I got to about 10 metres away he said "Jack Teague?". I nodded. "I have been set here to take you away." Take me away! This is it, my life is down the pan. Can't see my wife, kids... oh wait, this could be a blessing in disguise! The man then said "Well, not take you away, more take you to my boss." Oh man, that doesn't sound any better.We walked out of the airport and into the car park where a black Mercedes was waiting. I was told to get into the back and we

drove off. I had no idea where we were heading. I could hear the driver and the MI5 agent look-a-like. Well who knows, he could well be an MI5 agent. I then panicked and tried to open the car door. It was locked! I sat there thinking "This is it. My life is now over."

The car then suddenly halted and the door opened. I got out and looked around. I recognised the building we had parked outside, but couldn't remember where it was or what it was used for. The big MI5 man, who's name was Gary I had heard the driver say as I got out the car, spoke in his usual monotone voice. "Follow me."

He lead me through the doors and into what looked like a hotel reception with carpet floor, chairs and a table, as well as a reception. We went into the lift and headed for the 3rd floor. Gary just stood there with his arms crossed staring straight forward. I was tempted to just poke his side to see what would happen, but I resisted fearing I may get a broken nose for my little gag. The lift doors opened and I looked into a room with a few people sitting around a large table. Just at that moment I saw the door at the other end of the room open. It was Arslaan Khalid...

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Gary: Maybe he's Agent Smith from The Matrix?
 
I actually had forgot about your story when writing that part. Did you get copyright on that idea? If so I may have to add you in as a gay just like in Dr.Pepper's story ;)

My story is a guideline to follow :p.

Great start to the story. Looks really interesting. I'm loving this revitalisation of stories that are very original i.e. Jazeh's, Ollies, Tom's is a legendary one etc.

I wonder what's going to happen in that room! Ooooh.
 
My story is a guideline to follow :p.

Great start to the story. Looks really interesting. I'm loving this revitalisation of stories that are very original i.e. Jazeh's, Ollies, Tom's is a legendary one etc.

I wonder what's going to happen in that room! Ooooh.

Nothing like that of which Tom wishes to happen :p

Thanks for the comment Mani :cheers
 
Oh good update mate . Jack your all stories are high qualities . What is Arslaan gonna do?
 
Monday 17th November 2038

Glancing down at my watch the time had reached 4:45pm. The familiar smell of I don?t know?hot dogs was in the air as I breezed passed customs and into the Baggage Reclaim area. However the flight coming back to Johannesburg was a pain and trust me I don?t usually complain about flights. It was delayed from the previous sector so I was stuck in Jeddah Airport with people treating you like dogs and giving no attempt to speak in English. Once boarding was complete a tall Pathan guy was sat next to me in the seat configuration 2-4-2. I tired to catch some sleep but he kept hurling mucus into a tissue and dumping it on the floor. Reason: Sucking tobacco. That did certainly put me off my meal.

An urgent call had brought me here off from visiting my families in Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. I was really and truly annoyed. The last time I was annoyed, I got a punch into the nose as I?..oh forget it that?s not important.

I reached the pick-up point. I saw a small man with a white board with the name written. ?A.Khalid? He wore sunglasses, a stud and surprisingly white gloves.

I got closer to him. Despite him being small he looked like a tough cookie. These midgets you can?t expect anything of them. "Asrlaann ?.?". ?Nono. Its AZLAN, "I have been sent by my boss to come and abduct you" What? His high-pitched voice made it seem even more comical. But he wasn?t laughing. For F***?s sake. Before I could utter any more words the man then said "To abduct you to my boss. Abduct means take you" Yeah and I don?t know English. Nervously I strode out of the Terminal building and into the car park with the man alongside me. There stood a white Rolls-Royce brand spanking new.

I was instructed to sit in the back. God knew where I was going. Was this the end of my life? In a desperate attempt to get out, I pulled the door with full force but to no avail. I thought about how I might get trained for Al-Queda and be sent to Afghanistan.

It must have been a mere twenty minutes before the car grinded to a halt. The door jerked open as I stepped out. The small man whose name was Marlon said in his high-pitched voice. ?Follow me? I was sure I knew this place I really was sure, then again I?m not really sure about most of my things.

He escorted me through a series of stairs. Just then I noticed a gigantic mole poking out from his face. I had an erge to say ?Oi fatty, can I poke ya mole?? but that would land me in series trouble. Finally, we reached the third floor. I was instructed to go through the door and wait there. I walked calmly through the door. I was glad that I had put my deodorant on. There were many people chatting away amongst a large table. I relaxed in my leather chair. Turning round, I heard the sound of the door creak open. I was sat in horror. It was Jack Teague........

 
Woah great update mate. Really unexpected. I thought you were like the big boss behind it. That update was a bit more comical than Treva's. Lol at poking the mole :p.
 

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