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Summer 2019 football news​

The final day of the 18/19 Premier League season arrived with an electrifying mix of tension, excitement, and anxiety across stadiums up and down the country. All eyes are on North London and West London, where Arsenal and Chelsea battle for the title, while at the other end of the table, three teams fight for survival.

At the Emirates, Arsenal faced Manchester United knowing a win guarantees them their first league title in almost fifteen years. The atmosphere is electric, and when Alexis Sánchez fires Arsenal into the lead in the 35th minute, the stadium erupted in a wall of noise. The Gunners have one hand on the trophy.

Over at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea took an early lead against Leicester in the 22nd minute, keeping the pressure on Arsenal. Meanwhile, at the bottom, things were looking grim for Nottingham Forest as they fell behind against Liverpool at Anfield, while Wolves also trailed against Middlesbrough by half time. At St. James’ Park, Newcastle’s 2-0 halftime lead over Crystal Palace means Palace weren’t safe just yet.

As the halftime whistles blow, Arsenal are in pole position, Chelsea are clinging on to a faint title hope, and the relegation battle remains wide open, and if the scores stayed the same it would be Forest going down.

As the second half of the games began, a huge moment in the title race came at Stamford Bridge. Leicester, with nothing to lose or gain, secured in eighth in the league, stun Stamford Bridge by scoring twice in the second half to flip the game on its head. Suddenly, Chelsea are trailing 2-1, and the news filters through to the Emirates. The Arsenal fans are in full voice, sensing the title is slipping away from their London rivals and heading to The Emirates.

At the bottom, Wolves find an equaliser at Middlesbrough, giving them renewed hope of survival. However, Forest’s situation worsens as Liverpool strike again to make it 2-0, putting them on the brink of relegation.

Back at the top, Chelsea are desperate and push forward. They find an equaliser in the 76th minute, bringing the score to 2-2. The title race remains on a knife edge, but just a minute later, heartbreak strikes at the Emirates; Marcus Rashford scores for Manchester United to level the game there at 1-1. The home crowd falls silent, replaced by nervous murmurs and anxious glances. The tension is unbearable.

Arsenal are still top, but now they are eight minutes plus stoppage time away from the title.

Chelsea’s game finishes earlier than the Arsenal game at 2-2, meaning Arsenal now only need to hold on for the draw. But Manchester United are pushing forward relentlessly, and Arsenal's players look rattled under the immense pressure. Every clearance is met with cheers of desperation, every misplaced pass sparks gasps of anxiety. The fans and players alike can be seen willing and urging the referee to blow the whistle.

The eight minutes of added time feel like an eternity. Manchester United come forward again and again, four corners in those eight minutes, one long range free kick and a chance spurned by Griezmann, the Arsenal fans can barely watch. The title is so close, yet so far away

Then, finally, the whistle blows.

Arsenal have done it!

The Emirates explodes into celebration. Joachim Löw, in his first season at the club after leaving the German national team, has guided Arsenal to the Premier League title. Players collapse to the turf, overwhelmed with emotion. Fans are in tears of joy. A new chapter in Arsenal’s history is written.

Meanwhile, at the bottom, Wolves hold on at Middlesbrough, and Newcastle’s 2-0 win over Palace keeps Palace safe thanks to the result at Anfield. Nottingham Forest, despite their fight, fall to a 2-0 defeat at Liverpool and are relegated on the final day. They go down alongside Brighton and Burnley.

At the Emirates, the celebrations go long into the night. The Arsenal players lift the trophy in front of their fans, while Chelsea are left heartbroken, knowing they were just one goal away from stealing the title.

After the days drama at Arsenal unfolded there was big news from Manchester City. Despite winning back to back Premier League titles in his previous two seasons, Pep Guardiola has been sacked after finishing fourth, one place behind neighbours Manchester United and missing out on the title race completely.

His replacement? Thomas Tuchel, who leaves Borussia Dortmund to take over at the Etihad. A shocking end to his time in Manchester, as Pep is shown the door despite his past triumphs.

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The Championship season delivered its usual blend of drama, tension, and excitement, culminating in West Ham United reclaiming their place in the Premier League as Champions. Under the leadership from Niko Kovac, the Hammers proved too good for the division, bouncing back at the first attempt following their relegation last season.

Alongside them, Derby County also secured automatic promotion, finishing second to seal their return to the Premier League. It was a remarkable achievement for the Rams, who showed consistency throughout the campaign.

The battle for the third and final promotion spot went to Wembley, where Watford and Norwich City clashed in the Play Off Final. In a nerve-shredding contest, neither side could be separated across 90 minutes and extra time, leading to the dreaded penalty shootout. Ultimately, Norwich held their nerve to win on spot kicks, condemning Watford to another season in the second tier.

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Spain witnessed a thrilling La Liga title race as Real Madrid and Barcelona both finished on 101 points, but it was Los Blancos who claimed the trophy thanks to a superior goal difference.

At the heart of Real’s triumph was Andrea Belotti, whose sensational season saw him score 36 goals in 51 games across all competitions, including 29 in La Liga, a tally greater than what the likes of Messi, Ronaldo, Suárez, and Bale managed this season. His record breaking exploits earned him La Liga Player of the Year, cementing his place among the world's elite strikers.

Elsewhere in the league, Atlético Madrid secured third place, while Villarreal finished fourth to claim the final Champions League spot. Athletic Bilbao impressed with a fifth place finish, and Valencia rounded out the top six, securing European football for next season.

In Italy, Juventus reclaimed the Serie A title with a dominant 90 point season, marking Antonio Conte’s second league triumph in a row since returning to the club as manager. They finished comfortably ahead of Roma (81 points), who claimed second place after an impressive campaign.

The top four had a surprising look, with Inter Milan settling for third, while Sampdoria stunned everyone by finishing fourth, securing an unexpected Champions League spot. It was a disappointing year for Napoli and AC Milan, both of whom underperformed and had to settle for fifth and sixth place respectively.

In Germany it was a familiar scene as Bayern Munich secured another Bundesliga title with a dominant 86 points, finishing comfortably ahead of their rivals. Their consistent form throughout the season saw them cruise to the top despite challenges from other teams.

Bayer Leverkusen put in an impressive campaign, finishing in second place with 81 points, demonstrating their quality and pushing Bayern for the title. Borussia Dortmund finished third with 69 points, they were a considerable distance behind the champions. The club parted ways with manager Thomas Tuchel at the end of the season as Dortmund’s title challenge faltered all year.

Hoffenheim had a fantastic season, securing fourth place, and demonstrated remarkable improvement, lead by the 19 league goals from Joelinton. Their finish represents a significant leap forward for the club. FC Köln and Wolfsburg rounded out the top six. Köln enjoyed a solid campaign to finish fifth, while Wolfsburg ended up in sixth place.

VFB Stuttgart, with the help of Timo Werner, finished the season safe from relegation. Werner, on loan from Bayern Munich, scored 14 goals in 19 appearances, playing a crucial role in securing Stuttgart’s survival in the league.

Paris Saint-Germain reclaimed the Ligue 1 title with a solid 89 points, bouncing back from missing out on the title last season. Despite strong competition from other clubs, PSG’s consistency was key in securing the title.

AS Monaco came close to making it three consecutive titles but fell just short, finishing second with 87 points. They had a strong season but ultimately couldn't keep up with PSG's pace in the final stretch.

Bordeaux had a surprisingly impressive campaign, securing third place, showing remarkable ambition and solid performances throughout the season. Lyon finished fourth, thanks in large part to Karim Benzema's stellar performances. The striker, on loan from Real Madrid, scored 22 goals in 37 league games, playing a central role in Lyon’s success and putting them in a strong position.

Olympique de Marseille and Saint-Étienne rounded out the top six, with Marseille finishing fifth and Saint-Étienne securing the sixth spot. Both teams enjoyed respectable seasons, but ultimately couldn't challenge the top four or for the title.

In Portugal the usual suspects made up the top four. Benfica emerged as 18/19 Primeira Liga champions. Their consistency and depth in the squad ultimately carried them to the top, ensuring they finished ahead of their Lisbon rivals. John Stones won their player of the season award.

Sporting Lisbon (more on them shortly) had as usual a solid campaign, finishing in second place. FC Porto finished in third place and Braga rounded out the top four.

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Real Madrid clinched the Champions League title with a narrow 1-0 victory over Juventus in the final. The match saw Cristiano Ronaldo score the only goal of the game, a powerful header in the 69th minute, ensuring Madrid's triumph. This victory marked Real Madrid's fourth trophy of the season, completing a remarkable campaign for the club. They had already won La Liga, Copa del Rey, and the Spanish Supercup, securing a historic quadruple under their manager Zinedine Zidane.

Ronaldo's decisive goal in the final added another chapter to his already legendary career, showing once again why he is one of the greatest to ever play the game. His performance was crucial in securing Real Madrid’s place at the top of European football.

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Newcastle United surprisingly triumphed in the Europa League, winning the competition under manager Guus Hiddink. They had a dominant run, finishing unbeaten throughout the tournament and winning all their Group L matches. Their group included Danish champions København, CSKA Moscow, and Young Boys, but they showed their quality and comfortably topped the group setting the stage for their journey to the final.

In the first knockout round, Newcastle dispatched Caen easily. They followed that up by overcoming Inter Milan in the second knockout round showing they were no pushovers.

The quarterfinals saw a dramatic matchup as Newcastle faced their former manager Rafa Benitez, and the team he left Newcastle for last season, Tottenham Hotspur. Newcastle emerged victorious, outlasting Spurs and their former boss over the two legs to secure a spot in the semifinals.

In the semis, Newcastle faced Porto and, after a challenging first leg they made it through to the final, putting five by their Portuguese counterparts, proving their mettle once again.

In the final, Newcastle defeated the other Milan based team, AC Milan 3-1 in a thrilling match to claim their first major European trophy. It was a fitting end to an exceptional campaign for the club and for Hiddink, who had led them to great success.

After the final victory, Guus Hiddink announced his retirement from football, bringing an end to a storied managerial career. His time at Newcastle had been a memorable one, marked by this unbeaten run to the Europa League title. Mike Ashley confirmed after the final that the sale of the club is still ongoing. More on that shortly.

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With Guus Hiddink riding off into the sunset after guiding Newcastle to a stunning Europa League triumph, the managerial hot seat at St. James’ Park was officially vacant. Naturally, the rumor mill has kicked into overdrive, with some of the biggest names in world football being linked to the job, because why wouldn’t they be?

The press had wasted no time in throwing around some eye catching names. Jose Mourinho had been mentioned, probably due to his time with Bobby Robson all those years ago, though considering he’s still at Manchester United and in the middle of one of his trademark 'third season explosions’ the chances of him rocking up in Newcastle seem... let’s just say, slim. Not to mention, Mourinho isn’t exactly known for taking jobs where the transfer budget consists of Mike Ashley’s loose change from the Sports Direct till.

Then there’s Luis Enrique being rumored to join Newcastle, currently managing Barcelona, who finished runners up in La Liga. Again, while it’s a nice thought, it seems like pure fantasy. Swapping Camp Nou for St. James’ Park when he’s managing a side that includes Messi and Suarez up front? Newcastle fans are passionate, but even they probably aren’t buying into that one.

And of course, Carlo Ancelotti’s name has also been thrown into the mix, fresh off another Bundesliga title with Bayern Munich. Would he leave a club where trophies are practically guaranteed for one that’s still trying to find its feet in the top half of the Premier League under an owner who’s been trying to sell the club for what feels like a decade? Highly unlikely, this one’s got ‘media hype’ written all over it.

So, after all the speculation and teasing, Newcastle's new manager turns out to be….... Jorge Jesus. The Portuguese coach has decided to swap Sporting Lisbon, who finished second in the Primera Liga in Portugal, after winning it in the 17/18 season, for a crack at the Premier League. On paper, it’s an interesting appointment, he’s a highly experienced coach, known for his attacking football and tactical flexibility and for managing two of the big three in Portugal. But for fans who were getting their hopes up for a Mourinho, Enrique, or Ancelotti unveiling, it might feel like a bit of an anticlimax.

Still, Jorge Jesus has a solid track record, and maybe, just maybe, he can bring some stability to a club that’s had more false dawns than they’d care to count. Now the real question is: Will Mike Ashley finally sell the club, or will Newcastle be stuck in limbo for another season?

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Summer 2019 transfer news​

Johnathon dos Santos has once again packed his bags and made the move to another new club, this time heading from Al Nassr in Saudi Arabia to Huaxia in China for a cool €17 million. This follows his €19 million move from Villarreal to Al Nassr just last summer. Talk about a year of change! At this rate, dos Santos might be starting his own personal transfer window. Who needs a holiday when you’re securing moves like that? You could say his transfer value is like a stock, steadily rising with each switch, and in a few years he might be worth enough to buy his own league. Here’s hoping Huaxia win something and have a first team spot for Dos Santos, if he’s not busy relocating again.

Meanwhile, Al Nassr wasted no time replacing dos Santos, bringing in Alexander Fransson from Basel for €11 million. It’s a smart move, as they fill the gap with a solid midfielder that could probably cut it in one of the bigger leagues in Europe. Asian money talks though.

PSG have once again flexed their financial muscles, signing Bartosz Kapustka from Leicester City for a hefty €40 million. Yes, you read that right – a €40 million deal for the Polish midfielder. Because why not? And as usual, PSG are throwing money around like they’ve got a money printing machine hidden somewhere in Parc des Princes. With this latest signing, they’re not just collecting stars, they’re building an international squad that could be its own nation.

What’s even more exciting is that PSG now have a midfield trio of Polish players: Kapustka, Kamil Linetty, and Grzegorz Krychowiak. Talk about a Polish invasion in Paris! If there’s one thing this trio will bring, it’s a whole lot of pierogi and defensive grit. Forget the fancy wine and cheese, PSG’s new midfield is all about kielbasa and borscht.

Newcastle United, fresh off their Europa League victory, made a big statement by signing Iñaki Williams from Liverpool for €30 million. A solid move for the Magpies as they continue to build a squad that’s capable of competing at the top. Williams adds speed and power to their attack, and let’s face it, after winning a European trophy, why not add a bit more firepower? Maybe this is just the beginning of a truly Geordie era under new manager Jorge Jesus.

In a move that’ll have some scratching their heads, Marcel Sabitzer has swapped Tottenham Hotspur for Stoke City for €20 million. Yes, you read that right – Stoke City. It’s one of those transfers that makes you stop and think ‘hmmm, is that the same Marcel Sabitzer that was once linked to some of Europe's biggest clubs?’.It’s like going from being with Cheryl Cole to, well, Susan Boyle. But Stoke might just be getting a bargain, after all it’s only €20 million

Thomas Tuchel is making moves in his first transfer window as Manchester City manager, signing Hirving Lozano from Sporting Lisbon for €46 million. Lozano’s pace and flair will add a new dimension to Tuchel’s side. With this signing, it’s clear that Tuchel’s taking no prisoners in building a squad that’s ready to compete on all fronts. Meanwhile, they weren't done there…..

Juventus, fresh off winning Serie A, saw their star forward Paulo Dybala make the move to Tuchel’s side for a cool €50 million. Dybala’s silky skills will be a massive addition to their attacking options, and it’s clear that Tuchel is going for a bold and dynamic squad.

At the other side of Manchester Jose Mourinho was not to be outdone. He swooped in for Mauro Icardi from Inter Milan for a hefty €81 million. Mourinho’s still got his eye on the big names, and Icardi fits the bill. Spurs fans look away, this is how you splash the cash (if you’ve got it), not on players who might end up playing in the Championship in a few years.

As in yet another Spurs-y move, they’ve agreed to sell their best performing player last season Toby Alderweireld (8.05 avg rating) to Manchester City for €36 million. It seems Tottenham’s players are scattering like confetti this summer, with Alderweireld being the latest to head for the exit. At least they can count on Manchester City to pay top dollar for aging defenders, though. As for Spurs, they’re probably hoping that the €36 million will go toward some fresh, exciting talent. Or, you know, maybe just some smarter decisions in the transfer market this time around!

The biggest WTF transfer of the summer, however, comes courtesy of Southampton and manager Marco Silva, who somehow managed to spend €82 million on Breel Embolo from Schalke. Yes, Southampton. 82 million. No, that’s not a typo. How have they got that kind of money? Did someone just find a suitcase full of cash in the back of St Mary’s? Whatever happened, this has left us all wondering if Southampton accidentally bought Embolo with Monopoly money. Did they just get their bank account hacked by a random billionaire? Whatever the case, Embolo’s about to find out how it feels to be the most expensive player at a club that usually operates like it’s rummaging through a bargain bin.

Liverpool have truly had a laughably bad transfer window under Philip Cocu, and it’s hard not to laugh at it or feel for their fans right now. First off, they sold Roberto Firmino to Dortmund for €29 million. Yes, the same Firmino who’s been one of their key players in recent seasons, the leading scorer in a poor season and fans favourite. A bargain price however you look at it. We can only imagine the Dortmund fans chuckling as they saw that deal go through.

But the real blunder of the window? Erling Haaland. Signed by Liverpool back in 2017 from Molde for a nominal fee of just €375k (peanuts for a club like Liverpool, right?) and showing flashes of brilliance with 6 goals in 12 league games for Molde. The kid was clearly going to be something special. He made 9 first team appearances for Liverpool since signing, scoring 3 goals, all in the League Cup. Not world beating but still scoring for the first team. Here’s where it gets good: Cocu, after realizing he probably should've given Haaland more of a chance, tells the young forward he won’t be in the team this year, and sells him to Red Bull Salzburg for €2 million. A nice profit, yes, but imagine the looks on Liverpool's faces now, seeing Haaland explode with 8 goals in his first 5 games in Austria, including 2 in the Champions League first round against FC Basel.

One that got away? Yeah, it’s like watching someone sell a vintage car for a couple hundred quid, only to see it go for millions at auction a few years later

 

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Arsenal, as you may recall, signed Christoph Kariner, a 19-year-old Austrian winger, from Red Bull Salzburg last season. Well, it seems Chelsea have been taking notes from Salzburg’s playbook of spotting young talent, developing them, and flipping them for a profit. This time, they’ve snatched up Dominik Stumberger for €13 million.


Stumberger is a hard hitting defensive midfielder, and he’s got the kind of tenacity that will make him a fan favorite in no time. Last season, he played in every game for Salzburg, making a solid impression with his combative style in the middle of the park. Expect him to bring a lot of energy to Chelsea’s midfield, where his ability to break up play and press the opposition will be key. With more development, he’s set to improve even further. The Blues are betting on this one being a long-term investment, and if all goes well, this could be another future star in the making for them.

But Chelsea weren’t done there! They followed up that signing with the surprise acquisition of Karim Benzema from Real Madrid for just €10 million. Yes, that’s right, €10 million. A player of Benzema’s caliber, with his wealth of experience, for that price? That’s a masterstroke of business.

His link-up play and vision will fit in perfectly with Chelsea’s attack. The French striker’s leadership and experience in big matches will also add valuable qualities to the team, especially when it comes to guiding younger players. This move will give Chelsea a proven, reliable option up front, especially as they aim to compete both domestically and in Europe. Don’t expect Benzema to suddenly turn into a backup striker like he was at Madrid since the arrival of Belotti, he’ll be a crucial part of Chelsea’s ambitions this season.

Premier League champions Arsenal aren’t resting on their laurels after their title win, and they’ve already made a statement this summer by signing Kuki from Malaga for €30 million.

Kuki, the 21 year old attacking midfielder has been turning heads with his impressive performances in La Liga. He’s got bags of flair, a creative spark, and the kind of vision that makes him a perfect fit for Arsenal's high pressing, fast paced style of play. Arsenal fans will love the way he can dribble through tight spaces and pick out incisive passes that can break down defenses. His versatility in attacking positions also gives Joachim Low some great options.

For €30 million, Arsenal are investing in a player with huge potential who’s still got plenty of room to grow. This move shows that the Gunners aren’t just happy to win the league once; they want to stay at the top and continue to build a squad that can challenge for everything. Kuki’s arrival should give them even more attacking options to work with as they aim for domestic and European glory.

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Bayern Munich were busy in the transfer market this summer. They saw Douglas Costa depart for Monaco in a move worth €46 million. Costa’s pace and experience will be a great addition to Monaco’s attack, and they’ll hope he can bring some much needed flair to their frontline. In response, Bayern turned to Leon Bailey, signing the Jamaican winger from Bayer Leverkusen for €48 million. Bailey's a direct replacement for Costa, with his speed, dribbling skills, and ability to create chaos down the wing. If he settles in quickly, he could be a key figure in Bayern’s attempt to maintain their dominance in the Bundesliga and on the European stage.

Joelinton has left Hoffenheim for Bayern Munich in a deal worth €36 million. Now, you might be thinking ‘wait a second, Bayern already have Robert Lewandowski’ Well, that’s true. Unless Bayern are planning on playing two up front, Joelinton might find himself spending more time on the bench than he’d like. Despite his solid form last season, scoring 19 goals in 36 Bundesliga games, it’s hard to imagine him replacing Lewandowski in the starting eleven, after all Lewa is a goal scoring machine and the Bayern captain.

So, while Joelinton will bring versatility and firepower to Bayern’s squad, it’s safe to say that unless there’s some tactical revolution happening in Munich, Lewandowski will continue to be the focal point of the attack.

Either way, Bayern’s investment in Joelinton is a bit of a gamble. They’ve picked up a solid performer from Hoffenheim, but with a star like Lewandowski ahead of him, it's hard to see how Joelinton is going to carve out a starting spot in this star studded Bayern side. Guess we'll just have to see how he fits in or if he ends up being another one of those moves that looks great on paper but ends up on the backburner, just ask Timo Werner, who has returned to Bayern from his loan to Stuttgart, just to find himself on the transfer list.

Ousmane Dembélé has moved from Borussia Dortmund to Barcelona for €50 million, a transfer that sends waves through the Bundesliga. His electric pace and dribbling will add a dangerous element to Barcelona’s attack. In a swap of sorts, Roberto Firmino was brought in from Liverpool to replace Dembélé at Dortmund. A smart acquisition by the German club, Firmino will bring experience, technical ability, and creativity to the Dortmund attack. It’ll be interesting to see how he fits into their high energy, fast paced style.

RB Leipzig lost Alexander Isak to Juventus for €35 million, as Antonio Conte looks to bring in another talented striker to replace Paulo Dybala, who departed for Manchester United. Isak, who scored an impressive 37 goals in 66 appearances for Leipzig, is a great addition to Juventus’ attack. His technical ability, composure in front of goal, and physical presence will be a good fit for Juventus’ attacking style. He’ll add another dimension to their front line and could be crucial in their chase for more domestic and European glory.

Juventus weren’t done there, adding Pierre-Emile Højbjerg from Southampton for €34 million. The Danish midfielder will bolster their midfield, bringing leadership, work rate, and ball winning ability to a team that’s looking to continue winning Serie A. Højbjerg’s all action style will complement their more creative midfielders, and his experience in the Premier League makes him a solid addition to Juventus’ squad as they push for more titles.

 

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Burnley have thrown a bit of a curveball this summer by signing Diego Galvan for €8 million. You might be asking yourself ‘who?!?’ Well, let me enlighten you; Galvan was the first overall pick in the 2018 MLS Draft, selected by New York Red Bulls. The young goalkeeper spent 18 months as their first choice, showing solid promise before making the move to England.

Burnley, always keen on finding diamonds in the rough, have taken a gamble on him. He’s certainly got talent, but we’ll see if he’s ready for the intense spotlight playing in England brings, albeit in the Championship this season after Burnley's relegation from the Premier League. Perhaps Burnley’s thinking ‘why not take a shot on a guy who’s already used to high pressure situations… just, you know, in front of a smaller crowd’

Staying in New York, Evan James, another first round pick, has just been sold to Hamburg for a hefty €18 million. A great deal for the Red Bulls, but what makes it even sweeter is James' performance in the league; 27 goals in 38 games. That’s a solid return, and it’s no surprise that Hamburg were keen to ****** him up. Though, the question must be asked; how does an MLS first round pick get sold for €18 million when Burnley are paying €8 million for a guy who has played in the same team at the same time? Maybe there’s a bit of a ‘strikers tax’ in play here, but Hamburg must be pretty pleased with their new signing.

The 2019 MLS Draft had its fair share of standout talent, and James Robson, the first overall pick who went to Orlando, is now attracting the attention of some pretty big European clubs. Rumor has it that Red Bull Salzburg, ever the shrewd operator, will probably sign him, develop him, and then sell him off for triple what they paid, likely to Arsenal or Chelsea. That’s Salzburg's business model: buy cheap, develop, sell big. Southampton, who apparently have money to burn (still can’t quite figure that one out), and Bayer Leverkusen are also interested. But let’s be real, the Red Bull Salzburg to Arsenal/Chelsea pipeline feels like the most likely outcome here.

Kai Jones, the second overall pick in the 2019 MLS Draft (also by Orlando), is a winger who’s been causing quite a stir. He’s attracted interest from Dortmund, Monaco, Lazio, and Atletico Madrid, which just goes to show how highly he's regarded. If he plays his cards right, he could follow a similar path to the one predicted for Robson, getting snapped up by one of Europe’s biggest clubs. Dortmund and Monaco are known for developing young talent, while Atletico Madrid could offer him a chance to thrive in one of Europe’s toughest leagues. The question is; will he be the next big thing to break out of the MLS draft system, or just another case of overhyped potential, aka Freddy Adu? Either way, Orlando will be hoping to make a nice profit when they eventually sell him.

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After years of uncertainty, broken promises, and countless false dawns, Newcastle United fans can at last celebrate, Mike Ashley has finally sold the club. The Sports Direct tycoon has officially handed over the reins and keys to the club to a Serbian based consortium, ending his controversial tenure at St. James’ Park.

Ashley’s apparent desire to sell Newcastle has been well documented, yet up until now, a deal never seemed to materialize. At least that desire to sell was there, and that was what he always claimed. When he has said in his few public appearances he wants to sell, did he really or was he just toying with the Newcastle fans?

Over the years, he had been ‘in talks’ with several interested parties, but time and again, the negotiations crumbled and all the deals collapsed before the ink even had chance to dry. Three separate deals reportedly fell apart without explanation or even a peep from Ashley or his minions in the last 18 months alone, leaving fans wondering whether Ashley was serious about selling or simply playing another game of brinkmanship.



Each time the club seemed on the verge of new ownership, getting the fans hopes up the same pattern followed - media frenzy, optimism, radio silence and then, nothing. No explanation, no apology just another chapter in the long running soap opera that was Mike Ashley’s Newcastle United.



One of the more baffling moments of the Ashley era came when he somehow convinced Guus Hiddink to take over as manager following the departure of Rafa Benitez. It was a rare moment of ambition, and against all odds it worked out incredibly well.



Hiddink’s impact was immediate, leading Newcastle to stunning FA Cup and Community shield victories in his first season, securing the club’s first major domestic trophies since 1955.

If that wasn’t enough, he then guided the Magpies to Europa League glory in his second season, cementing himself as a club legend before announcing his retirement shortly after the final.

The timing of Hiddink’s exit seemed to align with Ashley finally making good on his long standing claim that he would sell the club ‘when the time was right’.

Now after seemingly years of on again / off again negotiations, Ashley has finally stepped away, no take backs this time. The Serbs arrive with plenty of intrigue and money but very few details on what they plan to do with the club.



Will they splash the cash and continue building on the two cups Hiddink won and turn Newcastle from sleeping giant into a Premier League powerhouse, or will they be simply better at keeping their promises than the last guy? Only time will tell.



For the Newcastle fans, however, this moment isn’t just about what comes next, it’s about finally being free from an era that felt like an endless game of 'how low can we set the bar?’. Ashley’s reign was a masterclass in cost cutting, asset stripping, baffling decisions and a general allergy to ambition. But now, at last, Newcastle United belongs to someone else.



The city can think and dream of progress once again, rather than bracing for another season of mediocrity and Sports Direct banners. All that’s left now is to hope that this takeover is the real deal, and not just another false dawn in black and white.



What makes this takeover even more exciting is that Guus Hiddink, with next to no spending, somehow still managed to deliver European glory. In his second and final season, he signed a grand total of TWO players, just two, center half Fabian Schar from Hoffenhiem for €6 million and forward John Gudetti on loan from Celta Vigo with an option to buy, which they exercised recently for €5 million, and they still went on to win the Europa League. It was as if Hiddink looked at Ashley’s mediocre transfer budget, shrugged, and thought ‘yeah, I can work with that’



Now, with proper financial backing, Newcastle fans are daring to dream bigger. If Hiddink could win trophies on a shoestring budget, imagine what the clubs new manager, Jorge Jesus, could achieve with actual investment? For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s genuine belief that Newcastle might finally become a footballing powerhouse rather than a Premier League punchline.



One thing’s for sure, St. James’ Park will feel very different next season. The Sports Direct banners might be gone, but more importantly, so is Mike Ashley.

 

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Part four - Survivals edge.​

The new season had arrived. Ślęza Wrocław were now in the i Liga, the second division, and expectations had shifted. Gone were the days of last season of chasing the glory of promotion. Now, it was all about survival. Scott Lańkowski felt the familiar pressure building. He’d been here before, fighting to keep the team afloat. Now, it was a race against time and mediocrity once again.

In the locker room, the players gathered for their first meeting after the break. The air was thick with anticipation and nerves. Scott strode in, eyes cold and determined, his voice cutting through the silence like a razor.

‘Listen up boys’ he said, voice firm ‘we’re not here to dazzle or play with a swagger. We’re here to survive. The league will be a tougher battleground than last season, one mistake and the game will be done. Play smart and hard and do your job like I know you can’

He paused, scanning the room with a piercing gaze ‘our survival chances? That’s on us and on our shoulders. Nothing fancy just hard work, and I expect every one of you to earn every inch and every point we get’

His words were short, snappy, each like a command. Beneath that steely exterior, Scott wrestled again with his own doubts. He was once again the relegation doctor, the man tasked with keeping the club from drowning. And though his confidence was as hard as steel, inside he burned with the question; Is this all I’m meant to be?

As the team filed out onto the pitch, each player carried that pressure in their eyes. They knew what was at stake. The stadium was a silent arena, the empty stands echoing with the ghosts of past battles. Every touch of the ball, every pass, was a testament to their determination to cling to life in the second division.

Scott’s thoughts were a mix of grim resolve and quiet uncertainty. He had built something out of sheer will, but the battle for survival was a relentless foe as he knew well. He glanced at his captain, Kajetan Latka, nodded at his assistant Peter Bastista and got the first training session of the new pre season started.

This was where the battle was won or lost, and as the team began first session back after the break, the air was charged with quiet determination and a palpable tension that spoke of sleepless nights and a future hanging in the balance.

Scott Lańkowski watched from the edge, his eyes scanning the squad with a mixture of critical appraisal and reluctant pride.

The session began with a series of high intensity sprints and rapid fire drills, each one designed to test the limits of endurance and reawaken the fire in each player’s heart. Midfielders weaved through cones with precision, defenders locked in tight formations and strikers mimicked game winning finishes in the blink of an eye. The rhythm of the drills was a steady drumbeat, echoing the resolve that had carried them to promotion as league champions.

At the end of it all, Scott’s voice cut sharply through the clamor, terse and commanding ‘we want no distractions. Just focus on the game, the ball and each other. We leave nothing, absolutely nothing to chance’ his words were brief and to the point. Even in the raw and unadorned environment of the empty stadium the scent of sweat and hard effort mingled in with fierce hope, a promise that every pass, shot and tackle could once again define their destiny.

There was a clear determination in every exchanged glance, every nod of the head a recognition. This first session back after the break wasn’t just focussing on the physical conditioning, it was a reawakening of their collective spirit, a reminder that even in the face of the hardships that are sure to come, this team is a unit forged in the relentless battle of football. As Scott and the coaching staff pushed the players to the limits, the sound of their exertion became a declaration; Ślęza Wrocław would return to the pitch stronger than ever.

The next part of the journey was upon Scott, a future he is determined to shape with every ounce of his will. As the players all left for the day, exhausted and ready for the rest, his eyes matched theirs, burning with the promise of undying resolve.

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Chapter 38​

The day was a clear one, with the sun slicing through the windows of the clubs modest meeting room like a spotlight on destiny. In the room at the stadium, which had seen the scars and triumphs of battles on the pitch, Scott Lańkowski and Marcin Lachowski sat at a battered table with folders and pens scattered across it. And today they had just signed off on a deal that would cement the future of one of their most promising players

‘Koftas, he’s signing for good’ Marcin announced, his voice as usual cool and measured ‘your team Śląsk took ten thousand in the end’

Scotts eyes flickered with pride and satisfaction. Koftas was signed on loan just before he took over as manager, and has been a fixture in the team for the past two seasons.

As Scott was thinking Koftas himself had strode into the office, his face shining with delight ‘Scott’ he said, voice brimming with admiration ‘I’m thrilled you wanted to sign me permanently. I don’t know, it just felt like being on loan for two seasons was like living on borrowed time’

Scott’s steely expression softened with a smile, just for an instant ‘you’ve earned it Miko’ he said, taking a moment before continuing ‘I expect you to keep punching like you already have’

Koftas grinned but then said with a casual shrug ‘I know we’re stepping up a league and I know you’ll have priorities, that’s why I said I’m happy being a rotation option this season and that…’ Scott cut the young forward off

‘Don’t worry yourself with labels or squad status kid. You’re playing a lot of football this season, just like you have already for the last two for me. You were signed as a rotation option and I couldn’t keep you out of the team. Just keep doing what you’re doing, you’re work speaks for itself’

Koftas’ permanent signing was more than just a contract, it was a pledge of loyalty, an affirmation that the team was evolving and bonds were being strengthened. And as Scott looked at the eager faces around him, he knew that every transfer, every negotiation, was another brick in the foundation of his own legacy, a legacy that would, one day, define him far beyond the role of a mere relegation savior.

The promise of fresh opportunities and the ever present challenge of survival in a tougher division electrified the air. With Koftas now a permanent part of the squad and new offers stirring on the horizon, Scott Lańkowski prepared himself to navigate the shifting tides of ambition and loyalty. In the crucible of this new chapter, every decision would be measured in hard won points and bold moves, a permanent pact that, in the end, would shape the future of Ślęza Wrocław and carve his name into the annals of his own making.

The room hummed with a silent thrill of the new signing, but it was Marcins tone that brought the mood back to the practicalities of business. As Koftas left the room Marcin said ‘that’s not all for today, Scott. We’ve got a couple more meetings lined up with two other incomings. And I need to speak to you about something else, too’

Scott nodded and said ‘I’m listening’

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Chapter 39​

Marcin Lachowski braced himself as he got his phone out. His tone was calm as always, but almost detached, like he knew how Scott would react to his words that are going to his like a sledgehammer

‘We’ve received another offer this morning’ not waiting for Scott to say anything he continued ‘for Patryk Zygmunt’

‘Not surprising, he’s a good player, I was expecting it. We can hold on to him though, the idea to help fight for….’ Marcin held a hand up to stop Scotts words

‘From Lazio’

Scotts eyes widened as he took in what Marcin just said, disbelief etching on his face, not really sure what to say ‘Lazio? As in Italy, Rome? That can’t be right surely’ his voice was a mix of shock and utter bemusement. Zygmunt, the young winger he signed on a free at the start of last season who’d managed 3 goals and 9 assists, was becoming a real force. With his lightning quick pace and dribbling anyone could see he was already decent and would be featured a lot this season, and the idea of losing him stung fiercely.

He leaned forward thinking it through, still not convinced it was a legit offer and Marcin was having him on ‘you’re certain they want him? That a lowly second tier club like us would get an offer from Lazio for a player we got on a free? We get promoted, Zygmunt is assured of a starting place in the team and now the Italian elite was a piece of him?’

Marcin nodded at the statement before saying ‘the offer is there, ten thousand Euros. They’re serious about it Scott but there’s an opportunity here. The Gessl deal in January set the precedent. We negotiate with Lazio, let’s be real they’ve got more money to burn than we have, we get a good price plus we loan him back for the full season’

Scott clenched his jaw, there was a silent battle raging within him. On one hand the allure of a deal with Lazio was undeniable, for him as a manager and young Zygmunt as a player with ambitions, plus the hefty fee Marcin could negotiate. On the other, the thought of losing another quality player would be like a fresh wound. He swalloed hard before speaking ‘okay Marcin, you’re our guy on the market, negotiate it. I trust you to get us a deal that protects us, make sure we’re looked after here. Keep the Gessl deal in mind, I want as much as we can get for Patryk, we can invest that when we need to, but we must get him back on loan which benefits us all. We get to keep him and for Lazio they can be sure he’ll play’

A flicker of determination crossed Marcins face ‘I’ll get on it immediately. I know how to work these deals, and look this is win win for us’

As Marcin left the office Scott's mind was a mix of pride and apprehension. When he signed young Zygmunt just short of twelve months ago he never thought he’d be selling him, and certainly not to Lazio.

Zygmunt is definitely a rising star, FKS Stal Mielec certainly didn’t think so when they released him before he signed for Scott, but the thought of him going to Rome stirred a cocktail of envy and regret in Scotts mind. But it was a gamble he was willing to take if it meant they’d get more funds for him without having to sacrifice a player this season.

As Marcin left the office Scott's mind was a mix of pride and apprehension. When he signed young Zygmunt just short of twelve months ago he never thought he’d be selling him, and certainly not to Lazio.

Zygmunt is definitely a rising star, FKS Stal Mielec certainly didn’t think so when they released him before he signed for Scott, but the thought of him going to Rome stirred a cocktail of envy and regret in Scotts mind. But it was a gamble he was willing to take if it meant they’d get more funds for him without having to sacrifice a player this season.

As Marcin moved to finalize the negotiations, Scott stared out of the narrow window, his eyes distant and contemplative. He thought in the silence, the weight of ambition and loyalty pressed upon him like never before. The offer from Lazio was a testament to Zygmunt’s talent and a stark reminder that in this brutal world of football, nothing ever stayed static.

It should’ve been a moment of pride, another young player signed by Scott, nurtured under his guidance was moving on, this time to much bigger things at a big club, but a different thought entered his mind.

As well as being a manager that would save teams from the drop, was he also becoming a manager who developed talent just to sell them on before achieving anything lasting with them?

He thought back over his three seasons as a manager. The names stacked up: Korytek, sold for 40k. Manolov 42k, Antkowiak 20k, Michalski 20k, Siodowy 26k, Rosário 40k and Gessl 30k.

And now, looking likely, Zygmunt to Lazio for an amount which would be 100 percent profit. Was this just the reality of managing lower rep teams like Ślęza? Would his reputation be known as a relegation survivor as well a stepping stone coach for stepping stone players?

He leaned back in the chair and just let the moment wash over him. No, this isn’t how he saw it for himself. He’d built something here, and was continuing to build whether anyone outside ofthe club recognized it or not. He wasn’t selling players for the sake of it, he was making the club, the team stronger, making smart deals that kept them competitive. If Zygmunt had to go and come back on loan, then it would be on Scotts terms.

One day, he told himself, his wouldn’t be the team having to sell. One day the talent he’d help develop wouldn’t be leaving him, they’d be winning with him.

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Chapter 40​

The deal was done. Patryk Zygmunt was officially a Lazio player. The club confirmed the sale for €55,000, with the crucial agreement that he would remain on loan at Ślęza Wrocław for the season. It was a deal that made financial sense, but as Scott sat in his office staring at the announcement, he still felt a familiar sting. Another player developed, another sale. Another reminder of the gap between where Ślęza was and where he wanted them to be.

But at least this time, he still had Zygmunt for the season ahead. And he wasn’t sitting still.

Alongside the sale, two new players were through the door joining Koftas as permanent signings. Szymon Sobczak, signed for €20k is a pacey, hard working winger that can play both sides, signed to bolster their attacking options.

He wasn’t a flashy signing, but he had something Scott liked, determination and work ethic, to go with a hunger to prove himself. In a season where every scrap of quality mattered, Sobczak could make the difference.

Then there was Wellington on a free, a Brazilian goalkeeper with raw potential. Sebastian Gessl’s departure had left a gap, and while Gessl wasn’t the finished article, in Wellington Scott saw something more.

A better shot stopper with quicker reflexes than Gessl, Wellington is seen as an upgrade and the kind of keeper who could make saves Gessl maybe wouldn’t even see coming.

Sitting in the meeting room with Marcin, Scott leaned back in his chair, exhaling. The squad was coming together, but now the real work started.

‘Three in now, one out but he’s staying anyway’ Marcin said, breaking the silence ‘’squad is about done, what do you think?’

‘I think we’re in for a battle’ Scott said

‘We’ve been here before Scott’

‘Yeah’ Scott said before adding ‘third season for me being the guy attempting to keep a team up. Again, same as the last two times it’s the same mentality, the same struggles fighting for scraps. I want more, I need more’

‘One step at a time’ Maricn said ‘let’s stay up first, then look at progress’

Scott didn’t need reminding. The i liga wasn’t going to be forgiving. They were one of, if not the smallest team in the division, and the reality was simple; they were expected to struggle. The media had them tipped for relegation, most of their opponents had bigger budgets, better players, and stronger squads and would be looking at them as an easy three points.

But Scott had something else. He had a team that fought for him, that believed in his methods and believed in him. They all knew what it was like to grind through a season and come out on top.

He had a core group that had survived challenges before and if he could instill that same grit, that same underdog mentality, maybe they could prove the doubters wrong.

They wouldn’t outspend the bigger teams, but they could outwork them. That was the plan.

He looked at the squad list again, his eyes settling on Zygmunt’s name. Maybe it was just for one more season, but at least for now, Ślęza Wrocław could rely on him

And they had a fight ahead of them. A fight Scott had no intention of losing.

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Chapter 41​

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The office smelled of old wood and fresh coffee, the kind of scent that lingered long after the conversation ended. Scott Lańkowski leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Aleksander Kwiek, who sat across from him, hands folded, face unreadable.

‘So you’re hanging them up Alex’ he said, a statement, not a question

Kwiek nodded ‘the legs are gone, Scott. I can feel it every time I try to turn, every time I sprint. My mind still sees the play, but my body doesn’t react the way it used to. If I can’t give one hundred percent, then what’s the point in carrying on? It’s time, I know it is’

Scott studied him. The man had been a fixture in Polish football, a veteran, a leader and a key part in the clubs promotion last season. You don’t just replace that kind of experience. But you can find a way to keep it.

‘You ever thought about coaching?’ Scott asked, watching for a reaction.

Kwiek raised an eyebrow ‘not seriously, no’

‘Well, start thinking about it’ Scott held his gaze ‘you’ve been around this game longer than half the squad’s been alive’ this was hyperbole, but Scott was making a point. He continued ‘You know the league, the players, the tricks, the battles. We’re all gonna need all the help we can get this season, and we could use you in that’

Kwiek let the words settle with a smile ‘you offering me something?’

Scott nodded ‘I am. Stay here and join my staff. Help me keep this club in the league this season, and we look to progress next year’

Kwiek exhaled, the first flicker of life creeping back into his tired expression ‘you think I can do it?’

‘I wouldn’t be asking if not. Look at Radler, I saw he could work with the kids and he’s transformed our youth team’

Kwiek ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose. He wasn’t expecting this. Scott could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he gave a slow nod.

‘Alright boss’ Kwiek said ‘I’m im’

Scott smirked, stood, and shook his hand ‘welcome to the other side of the game’

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Scott barely had time to saviour the moment or go over what he wanted Kwiek to be working on before Marcin was in the office with his laptop folded under his arm ‘done and dusted on those two we spoke to last week’ he said as he sat down and opened the laptop

‘Tardowski the center half couldn’t wait to sign for us. You know what you’re getting with him, solid, got a bit of experience at this level and is purely no nonsense. He won’t play pretty but he’ll stop anything coming through the middle’

Scott nodded, he’d identified another brick wall at the back to play cover for Jaroszek and Malania. He knew what Marcin would be saying next, he’d already spoken to the player in question

‘And Stéphane Kakou. I like this guy, very versatile and he’ll play anywhere not called goalkeeper. He’s happy to sign and play mainly at right full back, covering for Molski but he will do a job anywhere you ask him to’

Scott actually harbored doubts at Kakou. Back in Ottawa in his youth days Scott vividly remembers one thing his coach had said about a versatile team mate while Scott was playing for the Ottawa Braves; ‘a jack of all trades and master of none’. And Scott had been wondering since seeing Kakou if this versatility would be an asset or a liability, in a squad that would need specialists to survive.

Sensing Scotts unease at the singing again Marcin said ‘look he’s got a footballing brain, and he’s adaptable. He’ll do a job for us and be a reason why we survive I’m sure of it’

Accepting the trust Marcin had put in the signings had been a staple of Scotts management of the team, and these two would be no different.

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The season start loomed like a storm on the horizon. First up would be Piast Gilwice in the league. Nothing was guaranteed. Not this league or any league in the sport. Scott knew the weight of expectation was lighter than last season but the fight ahead wasn’t going to be any easier.

As he stepped out onto the training pitch, watching his players sharpen themselves for the battle ahead, he felt it again, that pulse of anticipation, that itch of uncertainty.

The season was coming. And ready or not, so was Ślęza Wrocław.

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Chapter 42​

Scott Lańkowski stood on the touchline, arms folded, watching as the referee blew for full-time. 3-0. A dream start. The kind of statement victory that sent a message; Ślęza Wrocław weren’t just here to survive, they were here to compete.

Koftas had struck early, picking up right where he left off last season.

Sobczak had announced himself in style, burying his chance on the stroke of halftime.

And Leândro had put the finishing touch on a perfect performance.

But Scott wasn’t smiling. Across the pitch, players embraced, hands were raised to the home crowd, but his eyes were on the dugout on Patryk Zygmunt, seated on the bench, his face twisted in frustration. The winger had hobbled off in the second half, and the early diagnosis wasn’t good. Torn knee ligaments. Eight weeks minimum.

Scott exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening.

Zygmunt was meant to be the guy this season, the one to step up and carry the attack, the one to show why Lazio had come calling. Now he’d be watching from the stands, his momentum stolen before it had even begun.

Scott gathered the squad in the dressing room. There was sweat, exhaustion, the buzz of a winning team, but he could see the concern in some of them. Zygmunt’s injury had shaken them. He didn’t let the mood drop.

‘That there is exactly how you start a season boys’ he said, voice sharp and cutting through the noise ‘that’s how you make a name for yourself in this league, let everyone know we’re not messing around. We came here as the underdogs but you played like we belong here’

He let that comment sink in before continuing. Glancing at Zygmunt sat in the corner with his leg wrapped he said ‘we lost Patryk today, he’ll be a loss we know that, but we’re not a one player team. We’ll keep going with no excuses and no drop in standards. We’ve got the squad, the spirit and the fight. We’ve just shown everyone else in the league what we’re all about’

There were nods around the room, murmurs of agreement.

Scott turned to Zygmunt and said ‘you’ll be back. Stronger than before. We’ll make sure of it’

Zygmunt met his gaze and nodded once. He was frustrated, but he understood. This team wouldn’t wait for him. They had a job to do.

Scott looked at the rest of them, eyes locking onto each player in turn ‘we’ve set the standard. Now let’s see who’s got the stones to keep it up’

The first win was big. The injury could be bigger. But one game never made a season. The real test was just beginning.

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Chapter 43​

Scott Lańkowski stepped off the team bus and into the thick evening air of Opole, the hum of anticipation crackling around the stadium. This wasn’t just another game, it was going to be a huge test. Odra Opole are a club built for promotion, a side that had tasted the top flight and were desperate to return following relegation last season. And Ślęza? They were the outsiders, the ones fighting to prove they belonged.

As Scott made his way towards the tunnel, a familiar figure stood waiting.

‘I knew you’d be here early’ Hubert Antkowiak said while smirking, hands in both of his pockets

Scott laughed and said ‘old habits’ as they shook hands. The former Ślęza striker looked different, sharper and more confident. He wasn’t the raw talent Scott sold for 20,000 Euro last summer. He was a decent player now, a proven goalscorer, fifteen goals in the Ekstraklasa last season had seen to that, although it wasn’t enough to stop Odra Opole getting relegated.

‘You had a good season’ Scott admitted ‘fifteen in the top division isn’t bad for someone I had to yell at in training every session’ he finished with a laugh.

Antkowiak laughed ‘you were always right, though. I needed to step up. And I did’

Scott nodded, he had no regrets about selling him, Ślęza were still finding their feet and Antkowiak has proven the move was good for himm. But today, he wasn’t an old friend, he was the enemy

‘I know what you can do’ Scott said with a low voice ‘so don’t expect us to give you an inch’

Antkowiak, probably expecting something like this responded with ‘wouldn’t have it any other way, boss’

As he walked down the tunnel towards the away dressing room he looked out on the pitch as Odra were warming up and spotted another problem waiting for him, Matty Cash.

Released at the end of the season by Nottingham Forest Cash was still a player with experience at a high level and would certainly fit in at levels above the second division in Poland. But like Matt Richie and Dwight Gayle signing for Newcastle in 2016, Cash was expecting this to be a one and done season in the i liga and promotion to the top division is only a matter of when, not if.

Cash has got the engine, the aggression, technique and the ability to take over a game at this level. He might not be the polished player Forest were hoping he would turn into, but in this league he is a weapon.

Scott turned to Pester Bastista as his players were making their way out for the warm up and pointed to Cash ‘he’s gonna be a problem’

Peter nodded ‘yep, we keep him quiet we might have a chance. Thing is he’s got a motor on him, he’ll run all day and not break a sweat’

Scott shrugged in a ‘what can ya do’ kind of way. This could be a game where reputations are built, such as never giving in or laying down for the bigger team. His players would have to be ready.

The past had brought him here, and the present stood in front of him, but the future? That would be decided in the coming weeks.

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The whistle blew, and before most of the Odra Opole players had even settled into their shape, Ślęza Wrocław struck. A single devastating ball from Glanowski split the defense, and Leândro, always sharp and ruthless, latched onto it like a predator on the hunt. He took one touch, steadied himself, and slotted it past the onrushing keeper. The net rippled. The away end erupted.

One minute played. 1-0 Ślęza Wrocław.

Scott Lańkowski barely reacted, only a small smirk forming as he turned to Peter Bastista ‘well, that’s one way to start’

But if the goal had stunned Odra, it hadn’t knocked them down. If anything, it woke them up and for the next 44 minutes Ślęza were under siege.

Odra came forward in waves, constant, relentless and suffocating. Antkowiak was a menace, dragging defenders wide, finding space where none should exist. Matty Cash dictated the tempo with spraying passes that Ślęza couldnt keep track of. Cash kept on charging forward and always seemed a second away from breaking the game wide open.

In the 29th minute, a cross from the left found Antkowiak unmarked at the far post. He connected sweetly with a header, but Wellington was there to push the ball around the post with a quick reaction save. From the corner, an inswinger from Cash to the near post saw an Odra player rise highest with a header, only for it to clip the bar as it went over.

In the 35th minute Cash, easily the best player in the game found a pocket of space and unleashed a rocket from just outside the area, only for Malania to throw himself in front of it at the last possible moment.

The entire half was a defensive battle, a storm that never relented. And yet, at halftime, the scoreboard remained unchanged. 1-0 in favour of Ślęza.

Scott walked into the dressing room, his usual calm demeanor cracked by rare excitement ‘this is what it looks like when you refuse to give in. they came at us and we’re still standing. Stay disciplined, keep frustrating the, and they’ll get desperate’ were his words at the half.

The players nodded, they got the message, and they believed. But the home team weren’t done.

The second half was more of the same, attack after attack. Ślęza were pushed deeper and deeper and eventually the pressure told.

Antkowiak spun away from his marker and into the box, chasing a through ball. Mroz, usually reliable in the tackle left his foot out, just a fraction late. Contact. A whistle. Scott swore under his breath.

Antkowiak stepped up to the spot. The stadium fell silent.

A short run up. A crisp and no nonsense strike. Wellington guessed right, but the ball was too well placed, nestling into the corner.

Antkowiak wheeled away in celebration, sprinting toward the Odra fans, pumping his fists, roaring in delight. No muted celebration, no respect for his former club, just a player enjoying his moment.

Scott clenched his jaw. 1-1. And before Ślęza could steady themselves, the hammer blow fell 2 minutes later.

A foul just outside the box the ref didn’t hesitate to call. Scott knew what was coming before the ref even placed the ball down. Matty Cash stood over it, eyes locked on goal.

The whistle. A short jog. A strike that bent around the wall, dipped at the last second into the near corner, and kissed the back of the net.

Cash slid to his knees, arms outstretched, soaking in the adulation. Scott barely moved. 2-1 Odra. The game felt lost. But Ślęza were nothing if not stubborn.

They absorbed more pressure, hung on, waiting, hoping for one last chance, which did come on the counter.

Leândro picked up the ball from a clearance just inside his own half. He turned and drove forward with the ball at his feet. With one defending player in front of him he knocked the ball wide and latched onto it, quicker than the covering player. The second defending player tried and failed to catch the forward as he cut inside the box.

The keeper onrushing there was no angle, no team mate in support, just instinct. A drop of the left shoulder as the keeper hesitated, then a quick flick of his right boot on the ball as it curled into the bottom of the net. An exquisite solo goal out of nothing.

Scott exhaled, finally allowing himself a smirk. 2-2. The final whistle came minutes later. A hard fought point.

Scott gathered his team ‘that’s the fight I want to see. We took their best shots, and we’re still standing. That’s what’ll keep us up this season’

They hadn’t won, but they hadn’t lost either. Against the league’s favorites, they had held their ground.

And that, for now, was enough.

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Chapter 44​

Two games brought with them two wins and a step closer to making some noise in the Polish cup.

The dressing room after the Górniczy match, a solid 4-2 home victory, was a picture of satisfaction. Not wild celebrations, Ślęza weren’t the kind of team to get carried away, but the kind of quiet confidence that comes from doing exactly what was needed was present all around. Scott Lańkowski stood near the door, arms folded, watching his players bask in the glow of another win.

2-1 against ROW Rybnik in the preliminary round, a tougher game than expected and they went behind after eighteen minutes, but rallied and with goals from Koftas and Jakobczyk grabbing the win to progress. Then a statement win at home against Górniczy, 4-2, where center half Malania got on the end of two Mroz corners, and Kotfas and Zygmunt wrapping up the win.

They were through and that’s what mattered.

Peter Bastista walked over, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth ‘not bad for a team just trying to stay in the league eh boss’

Scott exhaled, nodding ‘not bad mate, not bad at all’

The reality was this cup run was doing more than just giving Ślęza extra games, it was forging an identity. They weren’t just a scrappy second division side hoping to survive anymore, they were proving they could go toe-to-toe with good teams and control games.

Koftas sat at his locker, unwrapping the tape from his socks, already eyeing Scott ‘so boss,” he called out, are we going for this cup or not?’

Scott smirked. He liked Koftas’ attitude and replied with ‘every game we play, we play it to win. We know the next round will be harder but so what? We keep going, one game at a time’

Around the room heads nodded and silent acknowledgments were given to the boss. This was a team that Scott believed in and they were starting to believe in themselves. Scott finished off by saying ‘a cup run will put a few more eyes on us’

Peter and Marcin, Scotts trusted colleagues knew this already and had mentioned it in passing, to which Scott related to the team. With the extra eyes came expectation, more pressure, but maybe even the kind of attention that could get his name out there in the wider footballing world.

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The next day in the small and cluttered office at Ślęza Wrocław’s training ground, Marcin and Peter sat in front of an old television, eyes fixed on the screen as the Polish Cup draw unfolded. A half drunk coffee sat on the desk beside Marcin, long since gone cold. Peter leaned forward in his chair tapping his fingers against the armrest in anticipation.

Scott wasn’t there as he had stepped out to take a call, something club related but nothing urgent that Peter and Marcin were needed for. That left the two of them waiting, watching as the names were pulled from the pot.

The suspense built with each pairing until finally, the screen displayed it:

Ślęza Wrocław vs. Śląsk Wrocław

For a moment neither man spoke. Then it was Peter that broke the silence with a laugh, loud, sharp and full of disbelief followed by ‘no way, he isn’t going believe this’

Marcin exhaled, his face as usual unreadable but he said ‘well that’s something isn’t it’

Peter turned with booming smile and gleaming eyes ‘it’s absolutely everything Marcin! You realise what this means don’t you? A home tie against Śląsk. A proper Wrocław derby. And it’s Scotts team too!’

Marcin just chuckled and said ‘yeah he’s gonna love this’ as Peter was already grabbing his phone and said ‘I need to tell him’

Scott was stood outside the office, seemingly on the way in as Peter burst through the door, practically bouncing on his feet ‘Scott! There you are. You’re not going to believe this’

Scott looked at him, raised an eyebrow and said ‘okay, I’ll bite, what is it?’

Peter smirked, savoring the moment ‘we got Śląsk, at home’

Scott blinked and let the comment register before saying ‘what?’

‘Some team called Śląsk Wrocław. In the cup. At home in the next round’

'For a second Scott said nothing. Then, finally, he let out a breath and said ‘I’m not falling for the bait, Pete, who did we really get?’

Peter shook his head, grinning ‘no joke this time, boss. Your club, your childhood team. Right here, against us’

Scott ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. Of all the draws they could have gotten still in the cup, Legia Warsaw, Lechia Gdańsk, Wisla Krakow, Cracovia Krakow and they were drawn with Śląsk Wrocław.

Marcin had joined them now with a knowing smile on his face ‘so Scott, how do you feel about facing the club you grew up supporting?’

Scott exhaled, a mix of nerves and anticipation settling in his chest ‘to be fair I don’t, I don’t really know. Whether I should be buzzing or terrified’ he waited a moment and said ‘I best call the old man he’ll be having kittens’

Not really understanding the meaning of that comment Peter just clapped him on the back and said ‘well we better figure it out and figure it out quickly. This game is gonna be massive’

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Chapter 45​

Scott Lańkowski wasn’t the type to let nerves get the better of him. He’d been in pressure situations before, a couple of relegation battles, the promotion chase last season and games where a single mistake could define a season. But this? This was something else entirely. Facing Śląsk Wrocław, the club he grew up supporting, the club he dreamed of playing for as a kid, was different. It was personal.

The days leading up to the match were a blur of preparation, tactics, and the usual press obligations. But beneath it all the weight of the occasion pressed down on him in a way he hadn’t quite expected.

Late one evening, as he sat in his flat, phone in hand, he did something he hadn’t done in a while, he called his dad.

Piotr Lańkowski answered almost immediately ‘hello son’

‘You’ve heard I take it?’

‘Yes my boy, I’ve heard. How are you feeling about it?’

Scott exhaled, waited a moment and said ‘I don’t know. It’s weird dad. I’ve faced challenges already, in some ways bigger challenges, but this one, it’s Śląsk’

‘You’re nervous aren’t you’

Quick as a beat Scott said ‘behave. I don’t get nervous’

‘Of course you do’ the older Lanowski countered ‘you’re just better at hiding it than a lot of other people’

Scott sat still a moment, then admitted, quietly ‘I don’t know what I want from this game. I want us to win, Sleza, obviously. I want to see how far we can go in the cup. But there’s that part of me that still feels like a kid wanting Śląsk to win. What do you think about this game?’

Piotr’s voice softened ‘Scott, you’re not that kid anymore. You’re a manager, Ślęza’s manager. And if there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you don’t do anything halfway. As for me, you know better than anyone that family comes first. I’ll be cheering both teams on, if Śląsk win, great, but if you win then even better. You want to win, don’t you’ A statement, not a question.

Scott hesitated. Then, with more conviction, he said ‘yeah. I do’

‘Then go and do that’ ‘Piotr said simply ‘I’ll always love and support Śląsk, as will you, but you’re my son and you’re the manager of Sleza, the team I am following now'

Scott felt his chest tighter as he smiled and said ‘thanks dad’

‘Just enjoy it, son. Give it your all, make sure your boys turn up and you’ll be fine’

Scott laughed, shaking his head ‘I’ll do my best’

As he hung up, he felt a little lighter. The nerves were still there, but so was something else; determination.

This wasn’t about his childhood club anymore. This was about his club, his players, and his moment.

And when matchday came, Scott Lańkowski would be ready.

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A sold out crowd packed the Sleza home ground. The noise was relentless, a swirling mix of hopeful Ślęza chants and the deeper, more commanding roars of the Śląsk Wrocław fans. For Scott Lańkowski, it was surreal.

He stood in the technical area with crossed arms, eyes sharp. His team, his Ślęza, were facing Śląsk, the team that had shaped his love for football. But there was no time for sentiment now. This was a cup tie, and he wanted his team to show that they belonged.

The game began at a measured pace. Śląsk, the Ekstraklasa, the Polish Premier League side, were in no hurry to take the game to their lower league neighbours. They kept possession, passing side to side, waiting for gaps to appear. Ślęza held firm, disciplined, patient. Latka, the captain and the young full back and Bohdanowicz marshaled the back line, pressing at the right times, forcing Śląsk to play in front of them. Mroz, Glanowski, Maksimovic and Molski were disciplined in midfield. Koftas, the former Śląsk player and Leândro the two forwards had kept putting the defence under pressure at the right time with the energy Scott wanted to see.

And Scott liked what he saw. This wasn’t a team overawed by the occasion, they weren’t throwing themselves forward recklessly, nor were they just sitting back and absorbing pressure. They were waiting patiently. Waiting for their chance.

Then, in the 22nd minute a moment of misjudgment. Śląsk worked the ball down the right, their fullback overlapping and sending in a low cross. Sulimani, their lone striker cut out wide and got in front of Maksimović, who lunged far too late. The striker tumbled, and the referee didn’t hesitate. Penalty.

Scotts jaw tightened as he shook his head in disbelief. He turned to the fourth official and shouted ‘that’s soft come on now’ but he, along with everyone else in the stadium knew there wasn’t much of an argument. Maksimovic had been wrong footed and couldn’t make amends.

Sulimani placed the ball down. Wellington bounced on his line, arms out trying to make himself look big. The whistle blew.

Goal.

Wellington guessed the right way, diving to his left but Sulimani’s penalty was too precise, flying into the bottom corner. 1-0 Śląsk.

Scott glared at Maksimovic who couldn’t meet his bosses gaze. But Scott shouted ‘stay calm, we’re still in this’

And to be fair to them, they were still in the game. Ślęza kept their shape, refused to panic and didn’t allow Śląsk to run away with the game. By the time the halftime whistle blew, it was still only 1-0.

The home dressing room was quiet at the half, everyone still focussed on the game despite the score. There was no dejection, no slumped shoulders and no on feeling sorry for themselves. Just players catching their breath and waiting for the manager to speak.

Scott stood before them scanning the room and his mind already set on what he was going to say ‘we’re not out, not by a long shot. We are still in this game. We’ve kept them quiet and the chances they’ve ahd we’ve dealt with. Other than that penalty they’ve not had a real chance at our goal’ he let that sink in before continuing ‘but we’re not here to keep them quiet. We want to win’

A few nods and murmurs from the players as they got up to go back out the pitch. Before they left Scott said ‘we’re going to get a chance, and when we do, we take it, just be ready’

From the moment the second half began Ślęza played with more intent. They pushed higher, pressed harder, and slowly, the balance of the game began to shift. And in the 53rd minute, their moment arrived.

Mroz won the ball in midfield and immediately threaded a pass through the heart of the Śląsk defense and the covering defender, Morioka, slipped as he tried to intercept it. Leândro saw the loose ball before the other defender could react and pounced.

One touch on his left to steady himself, another to his right and as he controlled the ball the stadium held it’s breath. The keeper rushed out to meet him but he was a fraction too late, Leândro lashed the ball low and hard into the net. 1-1. Game on.

For a second, there was silence. Then, an explosion of noise.

Scott punched the air, letting out a roar as the stadium erupted. The Ślęza bench leapt to their feet, Peter Bastista grabbing Marcin by the shoulders and shaking him in pure joy. The fans? They were going wild.

Scott turned to his staff, grinning ‘I knew we’d get a chance’

Leândro sprinted toward the corner flag, arms outstretched, before being mobbed by his teammates.

The clock ticked toward 90 minutes, and the tension inside the stadium was suffocating. Śląsk pressed forward, eager to avoid extra time, but Ślęza stood firm.

Every clearance, every tackle, every desperate block felt like an act of defiance. Tadrowski flung himself in front of a shot from Sulimani inside the box, there were calls for a handball but the ref wasn't interested in awarding the away team another penalty. Mroż wrestled for every inch of space in midfield. Wellington, calm and collected, plucked a looping cross from the air, eating up precious seconds.

Scott paced the touchline, arms folded tightly across his chest. Every pass felt heavier. Every second stretched. Then one last surge from Śląsk, a deep cross, a rising header from Sulimani looking to double his tally wne towards goal it went just wide at the last possible moment.

Scott exhaled. The whistle blew. Full time. 1-1.

No wild celebrations, no relief yet. Extra time awaited.

 

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The players shuffled into the dressing drained but defiant. Sweat dripped from their brows, shirts clung to their bodies. No one slumped or even sat down, no one looked beaten, they were raring to go out again.

Scott stood in front of them, his voice sharp, direct ‘we are thirty minutes away from knocking them out’ he said, scanning the room ‘thirty minutes, that’s it’

A pause.‘We’ve fought too hard to stop now. They’re tiring. You feel it. I feel it. They don’t want this to go all the way’. A few nods, he could see it in their eyes. Belief.

‘So here’s what we do. We keep our shape. We keep working. And when we get the chance, just like that goal we got, we take it’

He looked at each one of them, letting the moment settle. This was their chance.

‘Thirty minutes. That’s all that’s left’ A deep breath. A moment, ‘now let’s finish this’

Extra time started and it was Śląsk that were controlling the opening stages. They were pressing hard, they were desperate not to go out to a lower league team. Their full backs had pushed up constantly, their midfielders camped in Ślęza’s half, searching for the breakthrough. It was all Śląsk for the much of the first half of extra time.

The game carried on and from another Śląsk attack, a loose pass infield was followed up with a mistimed touch, and suddenly, the chance was there.

The ball spilled to Leândro inside the Śląsk half. Onside, with nothing but a trailing defender behind him and the onrushing keeper in front of him. Scott saw it before anyone else, including Leândro.

‘Goooooo’ he roared willing his striker on as he raced up the touchline to be in line with the ball.

Leândro didn’t need telling twice. With a deft touch he was away from the defender with just the keeper to beat.

Composure personified. He stopped, briefly to drop his left shoulder wrong footing the keeper, shimmied to his right and slotted the ball into the net. Bottom corner. 2-1. Scenes.

The stadium erupted. The Ślęza fans went wild. On the touchline, Scott punched the air, his heart hammering.

There were still six minutes left. Six minutes that felt like a lifetime as Śląsk threw everything forward. A barrage of crosses, a swarm of white and green shirts.

One was nodded toward goal which Wellington tipped it over.

A corner curled in, a Tardowski rose highest, heading clear.

Scott’s throat was raw from shouting 'stay compact! Hold the line!'

The fourth official held up the board: 3 added minutes.

Śląsk won another free kick. A dangerous position.

The Śląsk players stood over it. Scott clenched his fists.

The whistle blew and it was taken quickly, too quickly and it hammered into the wall.

The clearance sent the ball back into the Śląsk half, where Koftas chased it down, shielding it near the corner flag, using every second.

Scott checked his watch. 'Blow it, ref' he kept saying to himself

A final long ball was launched into Ślęza’s box. One last test. Wellington rose, caught it, collapsed onto the ground.

And then......

The whistle.

Ślęza Wrocław 2-1 Śląsk Wrocław.

Scott exhaled, then roared. The bench emptied onto the pitch. Players swarmed Leândro, dragging him into their celebrations.

A giant had fallen. And Ślęza Wrocław, the underdogs, had done the unthinkable.

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