Quick foreword:
Two years ago, I started a story that gained a little bit of a cult following. Due to real life issues, it never continued past the first season, and the continuation of those issues plagued a reboot on last year's edition of the game, along with not really 'getting into' FM13. This story is based off a different save, however in the story canon, it is two years on from the events of The Prodigal Son.
Two years ago, I started a story that gained a little bit of a cult following. Due to real life issues, it never continued past the first season, and the continuation of those issues plagued a reboot on last year's edition of the game, along with not really 'getting into' FM13. This story is based off a different save, however in the story canon, it is two years on from the events of The Prodigal Son.
(Previous story: http://www.fm-base.co.uk/forum/foot...955-prodigal-son-manchester-united-story.html)
"Can Newton shoulder the pressure?"
"Too early for Newton?"
"No job too big - Except United manager?"
"Second Season Syndrome strikes again."
Chapter 1,"Too early for Newton?"
"No job too big - Except United manager?"
"Second Season Syndrome strikes again."
3rd July, 2013:
The back pages were having a right go, running their 'expert' eyes over the past year. After claiming the Premier League in my debut season, even with the... personal battles I faced, expectations had been high for my second year in charge. 'The Next Busby', the back pages had screamed, emblazoned over me and the team lifting the 11/12 Premier League trophy.
Oh, how quickly things can change.
A collapse mid-season which left us crashed out of the Champions' League, out of both domestic cups before the quarter finals, and finding ourselves wallowing in mid-table brought up a number of questions about my ability of being the Manchester United manager. Carlos Fierro moved away to Spain in the January window, whilst Rodwell, N'Zonzi and Hamsik also had voiced their thoughts on the team's position. As much as I tried to convince them otherwise, that little group of players already had their minds set and heads turned by foreign moves.
Whilst we eventually reached the humbling final position of 4th place, narrowly grabbing Champions' League football for the next season, we finished a long way off the pace, just scraping past the post on the final day. Jack Rodwell left for Southampton, Marek Hamsik, often the hero in that first season left us for Inter Milan and Steven N'Zonzi didn't renew his contract, instead deciding to join up with Stoke City.
As I made my way back towards Carrington, my mind bubbled with the thoughts of how I was going to rebuild the team. Whilst the board gave me their backing, I knew that the axe was being sharpened, and I would have only really a season to save myself.
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