It is a rainy day in Manchester, England. We’re in the year of 1878. I’m Frederick Johnson , and I have played football my entire life. I’m just waiting for a super chance to join a local football team.
Right now we are in the middle of a huge war between the Brits, that’s us, and the Russians. It’s always a scary thought thinking that you may not make it to the next day, but we are holding strong so far. Right now we just don’t know if there will ever be a new football club here in Manchester, let’s just pray for something good. Having a new club will probably bring lots of cheer to this time of misery. It has been 5 years, and there is still no happiness for me or for all those ,who enjoy the game of football. At least there is
