Disclaimer - This story is made using Pr0’s latest update as of July 1st 2015 and the latest version of FM2015. http://www.fm-base.co.uk/forum/foot...1-[fm15]-transfers-data-update-packs-pr0.html
I have loaded several levels from all corners of the game to make this as realistic and efficient as possible.
All events that may occur in this story are entire fictitious and created based on the events that happen in game.
Synopsis - The story will follow the career of Ingmar Erland, a former semi professional Swedish footballer thrown into management and how his career may progress, based on my skills in FM15. So league’s like China and Australia have been loaded to account for my terrible ability! But who knows, maybe he will one day make the big time?
To add an unoriginal but perhaps slightly different twist, the story will also be following Swedish midfielder Anton Eriksson. Eriksson’s abilities in game have been altered, giving him the potential ability of 200 (max)
Hope you enjoy my writings and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.
Kris
Ingmar
He put his Volvo XC90 on cruise control and finally let himself sit back and relax. The traffic was sparse along the E4 at this time in the afternoon with mist commuters at the office during the day. Finally allowing himself to take in the last 10 minutes, he wondered if it was the best move leaving young Jasper in charge of the store? He’d only been with us a few months and although his computer technical skills were unparalleled, he lacked any real form of social skill.
Something was clearly wrong however. Agne Jonsson had been the club secretary for Gamla Uppsala for as long as anyone can remember, in fact, father always mentioned her being there when he was a boy! So when someone like Agne is using a cellphone and texting urging you to arrive asap, something must be seriously wrong.
Perhaps the club are going under? Rumours have been circling that money is sparse. Attendances have fallen dramatically over the last few years. Seems everyone would rather watch Messi, Ronaldo or the English Premier League on TV than watch the likes of me in the cold.
It had been two years since ‘THAT day’ when, after already recovering from a bad hamstring injury, that Ingmar Erland was on the bench for the reserve team’s trip to Gamla stan when the lanky 6 foot something from Norway? Or was he Finnish? Doesn’t matter. Months of medical treatment, discomfort and the inability to walk faster than a 90 year old pensioner had ended his modest career in lower league Swedish football. Ursula still jokes that my right thigh is much fatter than the left.
Coaching has been rewarding however and winning the league with the development squad was one of the best days of my life. I will be forever grateful to Kenneth and the board for letting me stay on. I think I would have driven myself crazy! Or worse, driven Ursula crazy, and that is unadvisable.
Finally turning into Gamlis IP stadium, he parked right outside the office. Something was seriously wrong. The whole backroom staff are here? The office, if it could be called that, was a port-a-cabin, fashioned with furnishings from IKEA and a mahogany table that Kenneth acquired from his sister after her divorce from her husband. He had no use for it personally and politely offered it to the club.
What seemed like an eternity had passed in that office. Information was given, emotions drained, contracts signed. It was crazy. Football management had always been a dream since the days of manager simulations on the pc as a teenager, and now under the most unfortunate of circumstances, Ramin was resigning to care for his mother, who’s dementia had sadly reached a level where she required constant care.
So I left and was back on the E4, about to embark on….****! I forgot about Jasper!View attachment 247058
I have loaded several levels from all corners of the game to make this as realistic and efficient as possible.
All events that may occur in this story are entire fictitious and created based on the events that happen in game.
Synopsis - The story will follow the career of Ingmar Erland, a former semi professional Swedish footballer thrown into management and how his career may progress, based on my skills in FM15. So league’s like China and Australia have been loaded to account for my terrible ability! But who knows, maybe he will one day make the big time?
To add an unoriginal but perhaps slightly different twist, the story will also be following Swedish midfielder Anton Eriksson. Eriksson’s abilities in game have been altered, giving him the potential ability of 200 (max)
Hope you enjoy my writings and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.
Kris
Ingmar
He put his Volvo XC90 on cruise control and finally let himself sit back and relax. The traffic was sparse along the E4 at this time in the afternoon with mist commuters at the office during the day. Finally allowing himself to take in the last 10 minutes, he wondered if it was the best move leaving young Jasper in charge of the store? He’d only been with us a few months and although his computer technical skills were unparalleled, he lacked any real form of social skill.
Something was clearly wrong however. Agne Jonsson had been the club secretary for Gamla Uppsala for as long as anyone can remember, in fact, father always mentioned her being there when he was a boy! So when someone like Agne is using a cellphone and texting urging you to arrive asap, something must be seriously wrong.
Perhaps the club are going under? Rumours have been circling that money is sparse. Attendances have fallen dramatically over the last few years. Seems everyone would rather watch Messi, Ronaldo or the English Premier League on TV than watch the likes of me in the cold.
It had been two years since ‘THAT day’ when, after already recovering from a bad hamstring injury, that Ingmar Erland was on the bench for the reserve team’s trip to Gamla stan when the lanky 6 foot something from Norway? Or was he Finnish? Doesn’t matter. Months of medical treatment, discomfort and the inability to walk faster than a 90 year old pensioner had ended his modest career in lower league Swedish football. Ursula still jokes that my right thigh is much fatter than the left.
Coaching has been rewarding however and winning the league with the development squad was one of the best days of my life. I will be forever grateful to Kenneth and the board for letting me stay on. I think I would have driven myself crazy! Or worse, driven Ursula crazy, and that is unadvisable.
Finally turning into Gamlis IP stadium, he parked right outside the office. Something was seriously wrong. The whole backroom staff are here? The office, if it could be called that, was a port-a-cabin, fashioned with furnishings from IKEA and a mahogany table that Kenneth acquired from his sister after her divorce from her husband. He had no use for it personally and politely offered it to the club.
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What seemed like an eternity had passed in that office. Information was given, emotions drained, contracts signed. It was crazy. Football management had always been a dream since the days of manager simulations on the pc as a teenager, and now under the most unfortunate of circumstances, Ramin was resigning to care for his mother, who’s dementia had sadly reached a level where she required constant care.
So I left and was back on the E4, about to embark on….****! I forgot about Jasper!View attachment 247058
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