Chapter 7.2

Chapter 7.2. 

I didn't feel like playing for the Carrobug Jackasses anymore. With every game things would only get worse, and the atmosphere in the team was disgusting. Instead of players, I'll have salarymen playing with me who come to the match like they're on shift. They don't care about training, they practically don't care about anything except booze and earning money, which will be spent on booze and other little things. 

Uzraz's offer seemed pretty tempting to me. The team is new, but it will have higher quality players, plus preparation, training and equipment will be at a better level. And the fact that the team is mixed is another plus, the experience of playing together and against dwarves will be very useful. Although there is a problem with the relationship between dwarves and humans, but that's just the way it is, work issues. In my past world, internal team problems were not something surprising. 

After sitting and adding up the pros and cons I turned to Uzraz. 

- I am in. Only there's a problem with the early termination of the contract. It may not be a big one, but it's there. I would like you to know about all the problems in advance, not when you go to talk to the head coach. - My answer only made Uzraz chuckle. 

- It's not a problem, Azumgi. I think I have the money for that. And what about your personal demands? - Uzraz's last words both surprised and pleased me. 

- Well, I think a regular lineman's fee will be enough for now, although I usually play as a blitzer. So in the future I think it will be necessary to change the fee for me, but only if I will show results. I don't have any special requirements, I just need a good coach and help in improving my skills. -judging by Uzraz's smirk and nods, my demands were fair enough for him. 

- Good. You've made me happy, and I've already prepared for some shit like a personal masseuse with tits and a carriage with thoroughbred horses. 

- What's the precedent? - I ask him, amused. 

- On more than once. One even demanded that he had his hair styled before every game by a professional barber from Altdorf. And another one wanted the right to do an extensive interview with every cheerleader every week. - Uzraz said, nearly swearing , which made me laugh. 

That's nothing. If he knew what NFL players sometimes demanded, he'd want to smash their heads with a hammer. I remember watching a TV show where the plot was about NFL players and the fact that there was a guy who practically forced the team to put on a carnival show otherwise they can forget about the transfer. And from there, the level of greed and stupidity only went up. Although the main character was a good example of how pro players survive after their careers are over if they manage to waste all their money. Why good? Because he didn't have multi-million dollar debts and lawsuits like child support demands and whatnot. Too many times all the brains are left on the field and all the decisions seem to be made through the ass. 

- I hope you got that kind of garbage off the recruiting list right away? - I asked him just in case. 

- I didn't just throw him out, I almost killed him on the spot with an axe throw. Learned from the rangers not for nothing. But others come with such a look as doing me a huge favor. It wasn't easy with the dwarves either, but there's a lot of young guys who don't mind playing on a newly created mixed team. 

- So we got lucky. And the humans. I got a good idea. Talk to Grim, I think a coach like that would help with the human problem. 

- Grim? Why would I hire him to be my head coach? Especially judging by what's going on in the team, he's not much help. - Uzraz said doubtfully and pointed his head at Grim, who was chatting with the referee. 

- Let's put it this way. Without Grim, these dregs couldn't even stop the snotling offense. He's doing the best he can. But he's got two problems. Actually one. It's money, or rather money from Waggy. He doesn't have enough money to hire normal players, so he has to work with these guys. And Grim didn't have much power. All he could do was try to keep the team from falling apart. - when I told Uzraz what was really going on inside the team, his prejudice against Grim faded and he got interested. 

- You know, let's just settle this right now. He's not gonna get the head coach job, but he's gonna get the assistant coach position. Let's go talk to him. - Uraz knocked out the pipe and put it in his pouch and went with the determination of a rhino towards Grim. 

Taking a bottle and an magazine I followed him. While we went to him could hear him arguing with the referee. 

- What do you mean we're at risk of getting downgraded? We may have lost, but not by such a huge score that we should be downgraded. 

- I can't help you with that. Even though you've done well in the last few games. Even managed to improve the ranking, but a loss is a loss. Of course, there are options to resolve this situation, but for now, you'll have to live with it. And now I have to go. Goodbye. - the referee turned around and walked away. 

- Grim. We need to talk. - I waved to get his attention. 

- Not now Baha. I'm in a crappy mood. - Grim sighed and reached for a small flask. 

- Believe me, Grim. This is important. Let me introduce you to Uzraz Grudgegragh. He has an important business proposal. - The dwarf stepped forward and in a couple of sentences told him that he recruited me to his team and now wants to offer the job of one of the assistant coaches to Grim. 

- Baha, are you sure you want to leave our team? 

- Yes, Grim. This team is fading. Waggy dumped us. I don't see much hope, and I'm just tired of being the only player on the team who takes his job seriously. 

- You're so right, Baha. But I don't feel good about it. And Waggy's gonna be a problem. By the way, thinking of shit, here is it. - Waggy was walking towards us with a couple of bodyguards. 

- What is this, Grim? Why did the team lose? Are you trying to embarrass me?! - Waggy started making accusations. 

- Waggy. I have some bad news. Baha is leaving. 

- What?! Grim! You're the head coach! Solve this problem! Besides, he has a one-year contract that hasn't ended yet. If not, you'll end up in the gutter for the rest of your life. Don't you remember who got you the job?! - Waggy's mind went crazy and he even ordered one of his bodyguards to slap Grim. 

This must have been the straw that breaks the camel's back. Sighing, Grim showed that he was considered a good player in the past for a reason. A quick uppercut and the bodyguard is knocked out. The next bodyguard who decided to help his colleague was kicked right in the balls and fell to the ground. 

Waggy was taken aback by this turn of events. 

- You...Grim! What do you think you're doing?! Have you forgotten who's in charge?! - He started to yell, but Grim shut him up by kicking him in the face. 

- No, Waggy. I just had enough. Now it's time for me to pay for all the shit I took from you. - Grim picked Waggy up with one hand and started hitting him with the right hand. 

I don't know how many blows he gave the halfling, but the result was clear, Waggy's face was like a jam doughnut that had been stepped on. A couple dozen times. 

Finished with halfling Grim had such a happy face that I could not believe that it was him and not some double. 

- Dear Uraz, do you have a light? I'm feeling like smoking. - Uraz hummed and handed him a local version of matches, and Grim took out a cigar from somewhere and lit it. 

- Oh, Gods. This feels so good. - Grim smoked and sipped from his flask. - Uraz, Baha I am in. To hell with these dregs and to hell with Waggy. Albeit I have to be assistant coach, but it's a lot better than being the head coach here. 

- All right. Tomorrow we'll sign the papers and you'll make your vows on the stone. Now let's go celebrate. I got lucky twice today. I found not only a good player, but a good coach. - Uraz was glowing with joy. 

- I don't mind. But I have one more thing to do before I leave. I wonder if you could wait for me for a while. It won't take long. - Grim was walking toward my former teammates with a lit cigar. 

- Baha, what's he up to? - Uraz asked me, but I only smirked. 

- Just watch and enjoy the upcoming show. I think you will like it very much. - As soon as I finished speaking Grim charged at the drinking and resting players like a whirlwind. 

For five or ten minutes Grim was beating up the people who had screwed up his nerves during his time as head coach. Teeth and blood flew everywhere. And the screams of those being beaten drew the attention of the remaining spectators on the field. They quickly pulled up benches and began to cheer for Grim, and at especially successful and spectacular blows even clapped loudly. And at the end, when Grim ripped the board from the nearest bench and ran to beat the remaining players they began to almost cry with joy. The funniest part was that some of the old Carroburg Jackass fans were particularly happy, some of them even wanted to help Grim, but apparently they realized that this was Grim's personal payback and decided to stay out of it. 

- You know. If I had any doubts about hiring Grim, after this, I'm sure I found a real professional. Hit him in the head! Harder! One more! - at the end Uzraz couldn't help but start cheering for Grim. 

And I smiled and took a sip of wine when I saw a particularly spectacular blow.