Okay, I said I will start a new story, I will do it on FM-Base, as it has the most members than other forums I have found.
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I: Return To Argentina
I was returning back to my homeland Argentina, after my trip to visit my cousin in Italy failed. He was outspoken, and ruined my whole life by blaming evrything on me. I don't want to go into too much detail over what happened over there, however I doubt I am welcome back in Rome ever again.
my cousin's brother and nuclear family welcomed me to Argentina.
It is a beautiful place with lovely cities and people.
When I entered their house I was shocked. I expected it to be a small bungalow. Infact it was a lovely posh villa, with an indoor pool, and lots of palm trees. It was an ideal tropical home. It was also fairly modern, with local paintings splodged all over the walls. The wall facing the driveway was all glass. It scared me when my cousin José pushed me into the window. He later told me that it was heavily reinforsed and was bulletproof. I still wouldn't go near it.
His wife invited me down for tea. They were still yawning from their siesta's.
I decided to compliment them on the 'Beautiful' house they have here. José's father Rúben says it was the most expensive house they could find in the area, and have lived there for 4 years. I decided that no average person could afford this so I asked his occupation.
It turns out that he is a sucessful businessman. I asked what he sold, but he wispered into my ear the room may be bugged by MI6. I pulled away as his breath was really overpowering, but he pulled me in closer than before, then wispered gracefully into my ear: I have a huge farm in the mountains, where I grow my cocaine. That was not as shocking as you might have expected as this is South America, and he has a posh house with an upstairs vault, taking up the whole attic. I am no snitch, so I wouldn't tell, but I have to remember to keep my mouth shut. I pulled away gasping for air.
he told me that he is the owner of a football club he set up. He told me the boys were previously 'Delivery Boys,' who have now got too old to compeate with the other Under 19 clubs. he now says that they compeate in the 5th tier of Argentinian football. They get an average mid table position for a few years, but have no real manager to spend his money. He also told me that the manager would hardley get any money, but would eventually be rewarded.
I knew that this was my cue. I stepped up and told him all about my managerial casualties in Italy. he said that he feels for me and that his son Erivaldo is stupid. I told him my name in Italy was: Il Segugio, he told me in Spanish it is: El Sabueso.
He offered me the job for compensation. I thought that in Italy the league is corrupt. Here only the team is corrupt. No problems with that.
Job offer acepted!
Team: Club Mercedes
Country: Argentina
League: Level 5
Status: Professional
Reputation: Obscure
Transfer Budget: 110k
Wage Budget: 7.75k
It was informally but these were all the deatails he said.
Also, I have to put in a 'Tittle Challenge.'
Will this be hard?
2: Meeting The Team
I was off to meet the club today. The Chairman drove me off to the stadium in his Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren Roadster, you could tell it was worth loads by the style of the car, it can only hold two people, and he decided to take the roof off. It was a 20 minute drive, if you went over the speed limit, but this was a only 10 minute drive. The wind had made my hair go out of control, we were breezing past bushes, and a few upmarket houses at wopping speed. The highlight was when a man came outside to pick up the news, and we wizzed past, so it flew out of his hand, with great speed. When I looked to my right, my head got pushed right back by the wind pressure. The music was really loud aswell, proberly to drown out the noise.
When we arrived, I heard the lads saying whose he, I wonder if he's rich, maybe he's our new signing. Followed by Nooo, he's too old to be a new signing, look at his greys, he dosen't even have nice clothes. It was quite off putting, but I can only understand half of it, as I am no fluent in Spanish. I got introduced in a rude manner, but I think they accept me, and one of them tried to make a joke about someone's mother, or insulted mine. Nevertheless they look like a good group of players, and anyone who isnt nice to me, or is **** can go out the window.
I got a tour of the small stadium. It wss the middle of summer and I felt sweat dripping down by brow. I now feel sorry for the players, and I don't understand why there is a winter break. Maybe I will know in January, but it seems too hot to ever get cold. The stadium was nice for a club of this stature, but not very nice considering the owner. The seats were neatly polished, and the pitch was well mown down. I stepped out of the stand, and onto the touchline, the feeling was amazing, especially the breeze that had just blown by. I can't imagine ever managing the team like this, and next week is our first training session, It will be a very exciting chance to meet with the boys.
After I went back to the Chairman's house and we had a very complex chat about the club and the runnings of the team, and a breif history lesson.
After we went into the big town, 150 kilometers away. They had a nike store, where you can design you teams kit. I picked a nice Blue one, and the chairman designed his own red one from scratch. My kit sooked so futuristic, but his looked dull and oldfasioned. Nike edit it in the end, so they can make it better.
After the Nike store we did a little bit of shopping. Anything I need to live there we bought, then he said I can stay at his place, until I sort myself out my own accomidation. It was a very nice offer, so I obviously took it.
Look at myself, three days, and I have myself the job as manager of an Argentine club!
3: Training
Today was our first ever training session. I decided to make my point clear of judging people on this session except for the few injured players. We had to play on our pitch as the our training pitch had tried up too badly.
The coach started off with a few drills. While I sat on the piping hot bench assesing the players, occasionally shouting out, for them to do this and that. It was going very very well with all the players playing to their full potential. A few were not bad, but they seriously needed to go tot the gym.
As the session went on, I really felt like I got to know the team, and I even showed them a few drills.
My assistant told me that he has aranged freidnlrys with local sides, and he told me a few potential signings.
Now i have to make all those lengthy emails and calls.
4: Transfer Market
After we had a completed list of potential signings, we got stright to the bids. Our 1 scout went round all the teams in the Division, excluding our Sub-Division.
I had a long time making Emails on my new mac computer, we eventually made the correct signings:
View attachment 106554
Some key players in that transfer frenzey, with some leaving.
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After the chairman took me to his youth club, were they have boxing, and all kinds of things to help the community. You can guess who founded it. Apart from it being maintained by drugs it seemed alright. Then he told me all the boys in the boxing club are delivery boys. If anyone ever needs some cocaine, they will call us, then one of the boys will recieve a message sent striat from the lovely Mrs. Gomez. He told me that I shouldn't get involved in the buisness or the drug. I will take his advise.
5: Kit Launch
Our kits had finally arrived from Nike, they told us that although they booked it with Nike, they fowarded it to Addidas because they had too many requests to fufil.
We only have about 1000 fans, but we had a good turnout of 150 people. We got a few players to model the kits, to a good reception. they are now on posters covering the ground from head to toe.
Personally I think my Home kit turned out best, but we will see with kit sales, on sale from £5.
This is what they looked like:
Home:
Away:
Third:
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IN MY CLUB: MERCEDES
I: Return To Argentina
I was returning back to my homeland Argentina, after my trip to visit my cousin in Italy failed. He was outspoken, and ruined my whole life by blaming evrything on me. I don't want to go into too much detail over what happened over there, however I doubt I am welcome back in Rome ever again.
my cousin's brother and nuclear family welcomed me to Argentina.
It is a beautiful place with lovely cities and people.
When I entered their house I was shocked. I expected it to be a small bungalow. Infact it was a lovely posh villa, with an indoor pool, and lots of palm trees. It was an ideal tropical home. It was also fairly modern, with local paintings splodged all over the walls. The wall facing the driveway was all glass. It scared me when my cousin José pushed me into the window. He later told me that it was heavily reinforsed and was bulletproof. I still wouldn't go near it.
His wife invited me down for tea. They were still yawning from their siesta's.
I decided to compliment them on the 'Beautiful' house they have here. José's father Rúben says it was the most expensive house they could find in the area, and have lived there for 4 years. I decided that no average person could afford this so I asked his occupation.
It turns out that he is a sucessful businessman. I asked what he sold, but he wispered into my ear the room may be bugged by MI6. I pulled away as his breath was really overpowering, but he pulled me in closer than before, then wispered gracefully into my ear: I have a huge farm in the mountains, where I grow my cocaine. That was not as shocking as you might have expected as this is South America, and he has a posh house with an upstairs vault, taking up the whole attic. I am no snitch, so I wouldn't tell, but I have to remember to keep my mouth shut. I pulled away gasping for air.
he told me that he is the owner of a football club he set up. He told me the boys were previously 'Delivery Boys,' who have now got too old to compeate with the other Under 19 clubs. he now says that they compeate in the 5th tier of Argentinian football. They get an average mid table position for a few years, but have no real manager to spend his money. He also told me that the manager would hardley get any money, but would eventually be rewarded.
I knew that this was my cue. I stepped up and told him all about my managerial casualties in Italy. he said that he feels for me and that his son Erivaldo is stupid. I told him my name in Italy was: Il Segugio, he told me in Spanish it is: El Sabueso.
He offered me the job for compensation. I thought that in Italy the league is corrupt. Here only the team is corrupt. No problems with that.
Job offer acepted!
Team: Club Mercedes
Country: Argentina
League: Level 5
Status: Professional
Reputation: Obscure
Transfer Budget: 110k
Wage Budget: 7.75k
It was informally but these were all the deatails he said.
Also, I have to put in a 'Tittle Challenge.'
Will this be hard?
IN MY CLUB: MERCEDES
2: Meeting The Team
I was off to meet the club today. The Chairman drove me off to the stadium in his Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren Roadster, you could tell it was worth loads by the style of the car, it can only hold two people, and he decided to take the roof off. It was a 20 minute drive, if you went over the speed limit, but this was a only 10 minute drive. The wind had made my hair go out of control, we were breezing past bushes, and a few upmarket houses at wopping speed. The highlight was when a man came outside to pick up the news, and we wizzed past, so it flew out of his hand, with great speed. When I looked to my right, my head got pushed right back by the wind pressure. The music was really loud aswell, proberly to drown out the noise.
When we arrived, I heard the lads saying whose he, I wonder if he's rich, maybe he's our new signing. Followed by Nooo, he's too old to be a new signing, look at his greys, he dosen't even have nice clothes. It was quite off putting, but I can only understand half of it, as I am no fluent in Spanish. I got introduced in a rude manner, but I think they accept me, and one of them tried to make a joke about someone's mother, or insulted mine. Nevertheless they look like a good group of players, and anyone who isnt nice to me, or is **** can go out the window.
I got a tour of the small stadium. It wss the middle of summer and I felt sweat dripping down by brow. I now feel sorry for the players, and I don't understand why there is a winter break. Maybe I will know in January, but it seems too hot to ever get cold. The stadium was nice for a club of this stature, but not very nice considering the owner. The seats were neatly polished, and the pitch was well mown down. I stepped out of the stand, and onto the touchline, the feeling was amazing, especially the breeze that had just blown by. I can't imagine ever managing the team like this, and next week is our first training session, It will be a very exciting chance to meet with the boys.
After I went back to the Chairman's house and we had a very complex chat about the club and the runnings of the team, and a breif history lesson.
After we went into the big town, 150 kilometers away. They had a nike store, where you can design you teams kit. I picked a nice Blue one, and the chairman designed his own red one from scratch. My kit sooked so futuristic, but his looked dull and oldfasioned. Nike edit it in the end, so they can make it better.
After the Nike store we did a little bit of shopping. Anything I need to live there we bought, then he said I can stay at his place, until I sort myself out my own accomidation. It was a very nice offer, so I obviously took it.
Look at myself, three days, and I have myself the job as manager of an Argentine club!
IN MY CLUB: MERCEDES
3: Training
Today was our first ever training session. I decided to make my point clear of judging people on this session except for the few injured players. We had to play on our pitch as the our training pitch had tried up too badly.
The coach started off with a few drills. While I sat on the piping hot bench assesing the players, occasionally shouting out, for them to do this and that. It was going very very well with all the players playing to their full potential. A few were not bad, but they seriously needed to go tot the gym.
As the session went on, I really felt like I got to know the team, and I even showed them a few drills.
My assistant told me that he has aranged freidnlrys with local sides, and he told me a few potential signings.
Now i have to make all those lengthy emails and calls.
IN MY CLUB: MERCEDES
4: Transfer Market
After we had a completed list of potential signings, we got stright to the bids. Our 1 scout went round all the teams in the Division, excluding our Sub-Division.
I had a long time making Emails on my new mac computer, we eventually made the correct signings:
View attachment 106554
Some key players in that transfer frenzey, with some leaving.
------------------
After the chairman took me to his youth club, were they have boxing, and all kinds of things to help the community. You can guess who founded it. Apart from it being maintained by drugs it seemed alright. Then he told me all the boys in the boxing club are delivery boys. If anyone ever needs some cocaine, they will call us, then one of the boys will recieve a message sent striat from the lovely Mrs. Gomez. He told me that I shouldn't get involved in the buisness or the drug. I will take his advise.
IN MY CLUB: MERCEDES
5: Kit Launch
Our kits had finally arrived from Nike, they told us that although they booked it with Nike, they fowarded it to Addidas because they had too many requests to fufil.
We only have about 1000 fans, but we had a good turnout of 150 people. We got a few players to model the kits, to a good reception. they are now on posters covering the ground from head to toe.
Personally I think my Home kit turned out best, but we will see with kit sales, on sale from £5.
This is what they looked like:
Home:
Away:
Third:
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