Indeed, given the league form, any other result may mean that the next couple of episodes of this blog are reduced to a sad commentary of the job pages and some particularly harrowing poetry.īut I didn’t see a lot wrong in the performance at Liverpool, so I’m going to keep the shape the same and jiggle the players around a bit. Beat Benfica in Portugal and qualify for the second group stage of UEFA’s cash trough. It does feel that only the Champions League is keeping me alive right now. I think we just need some of our players to stop whining, to stop being unhappy because they’ve lost faith in my ability and go and win a fucking football match for once. Apparently, even though it’s only bonfire night, it will take a miracle to save us from relegation. According to the job information page, I’m not officially ‘insecure’ yet, but given the way I’m sweating through my pyjamas every night, I’d say that they might want to reassess their information. Not even nearly.įortunately, the board of directors were really understanding about the whole thing. It could easily have gone either way, though when Wayne Rooney equalised, I really did think it was going to be our day. This wasn’t one of those games where we dominate possession, rattle off dozens of chances and lose to a freakish snapshot. But nothing really prepares you for losing a local derby to a last minute Jamie Carragher winner. You cannot safeguard against ill fortune. Usually, I’ll accept my fate if my players put in a decent performance only to lose by the odd goal. It’s not too dissimilar from ‘mad arse’, but it might offer a bit more security down the flanks. We’ll try the 4-1-2-1-2 that seems to work so well for other teams. And it’s not like we’ve got a high pressure game ahead of us or anything. Aside from our blistering, and rather surprising, run of European form, we’re not going anywhere with 4-4-2. Three number tens seems a little like overkill, but I think the basic premise is sound. Like a despairing man slumped on a park bench with his head in his hands, I hear a burst of sweet bird song and I think that perhaps the world is not so ugly and brutal after /PMpUUiUaU1 But he's shitīut amid the howls of frustration and rage, there is one measured voice of support. Andrew Wilding-Smith August 4, no, he has a good squad and he's butchering it. Matt Emerson August 5, this is terrible. But no-one ever considers what it might be like when everything goes wrong. Everyone wants to be in the dugout, drawing their plans together, leading the team to glory. PREVIOUS EPISODES: Pre-Season ’01 Pre-Season ’01 Pt2 August ’01 September ’01 October ’01 November ’01 December ’01 January ’02 February ’02 March ’02 April ’02 May ’02 Pre-Season ’02 Pre-Season ’02 Pt2 August ’02 September ’02 October ’02 November ’02 December ’02 January ’03 February’03 March ’03 April ’03 May ’03 Pre-Season ’03 Pt1 Pre-Season ’03 Pt2 August ’03 September ’03 October ’03 November ’03 December ’03 January ’04 February ’04 March’04 April ’04 May ’04 Pre-Season Pt 1 Pre-Season Pt2 August ’04 September ’04 October ’04 November ’04 December ’04 January ’05 February ’05 March ’05 April ’05 May ’05 Pre-Season ’05 Pt1 Pre-Season ’05 Pt2 August ’05 September ’05 October ’05 November ’05 December ’05 January ’06 February ’06 March ’06 April ’06 May ’06 Pre-Season ’06 Pt1 Pre-Season ’06 Pt2 August ’06 September ’06 October ’06 November ’06 December ’06 January ’07 February ’07 March ’07 League Cup Final Preview League Cup Final Special April ’07 May ’07 Pre-Season ’07 Pt1 Pre-Season ’07 Pt2 August ’07 September ’07 October ’07Įveryone wants to be a football manager. The books are balanced now, but all the legendary players have been snapped up by your rivals. You had to play for nearly three seasons without resources. THE CATCH: Everton were in financial trouble. Now turn them into a genuine European powerhouse. THE MISSION: You have returned to Championship Manager 01/02.
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