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OOC: consider this as starting about a year before I "existed"
Television was to blame.
Culenkari VII was the first to grow up with it. The signals had been coming in for years, some picked up by the satellites and anntenae scavenged from crashed ships, and subsquently improved by Ratlean innovators. However, it was the landing of the Leauge of Alites that were the breakthrough. Their technology, and the knowlegde of it, catapulted the Ratlean people into the modern world.
And with their developments, the young Prince of Ratlea came across something he had seen on the island, but never in the way it came across on the television: football.
As he took the leadership role at age 20, the Prince had lingering thoughts of the game, and all he had seen: Di Brandini! Matangra! Jhanna City! Yuba United! Yeaddin Owls! The all played the game his countrymen knew as soccer, and they all played it at a level quite like nothing played by the amateurs in Ratlea.
Suddenly, Culenkari realized what he had to do. He called for a scribe, and told him how to address the letters...
One Month Later
A group of about 50 men and women stood together in a conference room at the Lakeside Lodge, the premiere resort around Aldinn City. They all mingled, some familiar with each other, some not. What they all had in common was what had brought them here, at the Culenkari's request: they each ran, or at least represented, an amateur or semipro soccer team.
The reception ended, as an official-looking man entered the room. He walked up to the podium, and waited for the crowd to settle down, before speaking.
“Greetings, gentlemen and ladies. I hope you all had a pleasant trip to the Lakeside Lodge, and enjoy your stay, as guests of the Culenkari. I am Davis Paschall, special assistant to the prince, here with a message. Culenkari is ready to meet with you all at once, concerning the state of the game in Ratlea. We have transportation ready to bring you all directly into the Inner City, so that the meeting can commence. If you will all just follow me, we will continue on.”
With that, Paschall headed out of the room, leaving it in stunned silence. Few people in the room ever expected to be allowed into the Inner City, only to now be welcomed in by the Culenkari! The guests eventually rose, trailing Paschall, as he went to the boats, which were waiting at the Lodge's docks.
This post has been edited by Ratlea on Sep 5 2005, 03:59 PM |
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The delegates entered the palace, only to be greeted by none other than the Prince himself. "Welcome," said Culenkari, realizing that the crowd before him consisted of mostly people older than him. Am I the only young one who cares about the game? he thought for a moment, before dismissing it. The youth were on the field, not in the boardroom.
"Gentlemen and Ladies, it is time to take Ratlea a step further. The Beautiful Game is a great one, much beloved by our people, as you all know. In fact, for some of you, the game has become somewhat profitable, as well."
The crowd nodded in assent, some moreso than others. The Prince acknowledged this, and continued.
"Now, that is all well and good, but there is a problem. We still have not reached the quality of world-class soccer, and we will never get there in our current state. To do so, we need to take multiple steps, including two important ones:
The first is the creation of a national soccer association, which I will be presenting to the Acharon shortly. This organization will be responsible for not only the state of the sport here in Ratlea, but will also be in charge of the Ratlean National Team, which will compete in the World Cup, as well as the Regional Championships."
Culenkari paused momentarily to let it sink in, before telling them why he called them all in. He could already hear the murmurs starting.
"The other step we need to take will also fall under the authority of the Soccer Association of Ratlea. That, my friends, is why I invited all of you here to Aldinn City. You are to take the steps to create a professional domestic soccer league."
The murmurs grew louder, as the club representatives couldn't believe their ears. Finally, one person stood up in the group.
"Excuse me, your highness? How are we supposed to make this happen?"
The Prince thought momentarily before answering. "Well, that is partially why I called you all here. I will help you all financially, as I'm sure you will need help improving the current parks and home pitches you all play on. However, after that, the bottom line is that how you will create it, is up to you. I'd like some form of professional play to start this season, if possible, with a national first divison to commence in three years time. Thank you for your time, Gentlemen and Ladies."
With that, the Prince disappeared, leaving the clubs to determine how they would begin.
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