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    April 01, 2019

    Football Manager - Naming your stadium Glory hole..

    Naming your stadium Glory hole..

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 07:48 AM PDT

    The worst thing about owning FM games

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 09:19 AM PDT

    In 3 games i ended Liverpool's Chances at a trophy for the season.

    Posted: 31 Mar 2019 11:34 PM PDT

    OKAY

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 09:39 AM PDT

    Just got this guy from my youth intake

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 09:15 PM PDT

    Can Luca Mancini?

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 02:35 AM PDT

    Win the league with my striker scoring 32 goals. Congrats Neymar?

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 02:22 PM PDT

    Tranmere Rovers sign eight goalkeepers as they prepare for life under Michael Jackson

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 07:05 AM PDT

    My first ever sale over 100 million

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 08:55 PM PDT

    LEMAR scores BANGER against Liverpool in the Champions League!

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 03:41 PM PDT

    You think?

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 08:11 AM PDT

    When it all just clicks

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 06:40 PM PDT

    I just rattled off like 5 straight wins with my absolutely awful team that's been battling against relegation for 3 seasons to end the current season mid table and I didn't have anyone to share it with because none of my friends care about in depth simulation games. This game is at its absolute best when you get frustrated as shit and start tinkering with your tactics for an hour to change basically one thing and it fucking works. Hopefully the damn board actually give me some money this offseason.

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    Im in my first season, this normal? wtf

    Posted: 31 Mar 2019 09:54 PM PDT

    I would just like to opt out of this competition please

    Posted: 31 Mar 2019 11:56 PM PDT

    Must have been a terrible match

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 06:05 AM PDT

    What? I'm managing in the Vanarama National currently. What does this mean?

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 04:25 AM PDT

    PSG just doing PSG things

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 09:08 PM PDT

    Football is Fucking Unbelievable. A Story of a Match that Nearly Killed my Heart.

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 04:00 AM PDT

    "Football is fucking unbelievable." – Cesc Fabragas

    Footballers don't always say the most original things, but sometimes it just hits the nail on its head.

    My unbelievable journey started when we conceded a second goal in the 90th minute Suso goal in Champions League's RO16, setting us back with a 2-1 defeat at the hands of PSG in Paris.

    Fast forward two weeks, where we hosted PSG on the return leg. Injuries meant both sides were missing players. Most notably, PSG were missing Neymar, and I was missing Alfred Duncan, my dependable ball-winning midfielder. This meant I had to make do with Cecchini in that role, who was a better box-to-box, but not so much a ball-winning type of player.

    From the get go, we went from being a shy midget a fortnight ago to a potent man off a 2 year dry spell. The players pressed as a unit, blocking passing lanes and isolating their fullbacks. It only took 12 minutes for us to penetrate their defence with a glorious cross field ball from Thomas Buitink to Jordi Mboula, who I signed on a free during summer. Mboula duly finished with a low shot which went underneath the keeper's arm. 1-0. We were going through on aggregate.

    PSG, with all their might, managed to threaten our goal a few times with some intricate work, but my ever steady Sergio Rico was having the game of his life, parrying every attempt to keep us in the tie. Eventually, we were able to break on the counter. Again it was the Buitink-Mboula combo that did the damage. Buitink broke free of his marker on the left, and sent another perfect diagonal to Mboula to chase. It only took him two touches to nestle the ball in the back of the net, and PSG defenders simply found no answer to his pace. It was the same low shot that beat the goalkeeper. Unclenched.

    Or could I?

    "2-0 is the most dangerous lead." – Some wise man

    It's a mythbusted cliché, yet it would somehow worm its way into the players' minds at the most inopportune moment. Come that moment at the 60th minute. One moment of shame from our back four, and that was all it took for PSG to undo all our good work. Neto, on for the injured Neymar, latched onto a through ball from Mbappe, drilled the ball across our goalkeeper to bring the tie level. 2-1 on the night, 3-3 on aggregate. We are back to square one, except the pressure is now on us not to concede again. There was no margin for error.

    Lifted by this turn of event, it was PSG's turn to press us into disarray. They peppered our box with crosses and shots, and we held on to dear life with Rico diving left and right to keep us alive. To strengthen our midfield physicality, I swapped the ineffectual Alena for Pepelu, pushing Krovinovic forward into the number 10 role. This change was not welcomed by the home faithfuls at a time when we actually needed a goal.

    As the match dragged on, the PSG attacks dropped in intensity, and we were able to find some footing while stringing a few passes together. In the dying embers of the second half, I swapped Derou, my powerful striker, for Sanchez, who was a speedier and trickier forward. I had hoped Sanchez would terrorize their exhausted defence and snatch a goal, and indeed the win, just as he had done before.

    It didn't take long for my prophecy to come so nearly true. With just seconds to spare in the three minutes of added time, Krovinovic released Sanchez with a long ball, and every PSG defender was only able to see Sanchez's tail lights. It was a one-on-one with the goalkeeper, and there could only be one outcome here!

    You know when you expected to ace a test, but only to return with a D? Yeah.

    It was a straight shot at the keeper, and he duly parried the ball out for a corner. That was the end of the 90. With tired bodies and drained minds, both teams prepared for another grueling 30.

    I never liked extra time. It was basically a war of attrition to see who made the first mistake. I still had one more hand to play while PSG used all their subs in the 90. Penalties also loomed at the back of my mind, so I wanted to keep my best penalty takers on the pitch as well.

    The first half were pretty much a blur as it went as much as I expected – tired players unable breakthrough either defence. The once intricate passing now deteriorated to a smidgen of their former glory. The labyrinths of passing lanes made possible by energetic players making rehearsed runs were now shut. I was happy to play a bit of keep-ball while they chased shadows, but that amounted to no end product.

    The match seemed to drag to its inevitable conclusion, and I started to prepare mentally. The players on the bench are no better than those on the pitch when it came to penalty, so I demanded more from them to get us across the finish line. Magically, it seemed my words go through to them. A routine corner, turned into the box by Krovinovic, met by a PSG defender, fell conveniently onto the feet of Van Drongelen, and hammers it home with a rasping volley! Oh my word, of all to the people to score, he would be one of the last ones in anybody's mind, but he had done it. From nothing to everything, the route to the Promised Land was open, and all we needed to do was defend it. 113 minutes gone, 7 minutes plus stoppage time to go.

    Did I say football is fucking unbelievable? Well it is, because the story isn't over yet.

    There would be late drama at La Riazor. For that 7 minutes we stood firm. We were firm in our belief that we would walk across the finish line even if we were battered and bruised. We lifted our heads high for the onslaught. The defenders met every cross and through ball, clearing them to safety for our attackers to wind down the seconds on the clock. Every precious second counted against our opponent, and we used every trick in the book to make sure every second was agony for them.

    One minute of added time. That was what the fourth official posted on the LED board. I was on my feet, watching them like a hawk stalking its prey. My folded arms and frowning eyebrows betrayed my nervousness. I was not a stranger to these matches, but these moments still got to me every time.

    30 seconds into stoppage time. We were just 30 seconds away from advancing. A clearance hit one of our own and landed kindly for a PSG attacker. The defence quickly scrambled back into position, but a cross was still able to come in from our right, and our left back Lukaku went across the onrushing Suso to prevent the ball from reaching him. It was going to be close, but Suso went down from Lukaku's challenge and the referee blew his whistle!

    PENALTY.

    My heart sank from the ISS to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. The one minute of stoppage time was up. No way. There was no way this was happening. Lukaku complained, the captain complained, I complained, but without VAR, there wasn't a damn thing I could do (FM18). Jeers went up around the stadium. They jeered at the referee, they jeered at Suso, and they jeered at Mbappe who sheltered the ball under his arm.

    Mbappe emerged from the crowd with the ball, carefully placed it precisely at the spot he wanted to strike. Rico started snake dancing on his line while the Frenchman took a deep breath from his run up spot. The seconds ticked excruciatingly on the sidelines, I could only watch as Mbappe's legs break towards the ball. His kick lifted the ball to Rico's left, time seemed to crawl even slower at the ball moved in the air. Rico instinctively dived to his left, stretching himself as much as possible.

    AND RICO DENIED MBAPPE! Mbappe's penalty went straight towards the diving Rico, but keeper could only parry the ball. The parried ball came loose and Mbappe sprinted to make a second attempt from a tight angle, and Rico denied him again from point blank! The loose ball now squirmed towards the byline, and Van Drongelen came to the rescue and launched the ball into the stands. Anywhere would do, and it did just enough for the referee the blow the whistle! That was the last hurrah from PSG, and Rico stood tall to slam the iron curtain on them. We were through to the quarter finals by the skin of our collective teeth. It was nerve-racking, it was magical, it was fucking unbelievable.

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    Sure thing buddy

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 11:58 AM PDT

    Without spoiling anything, has anyone else gotten the April fools prank in the game? Got it today of all days haha

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 08:08 PM PDT

    Small question: Is FM Touch worth it on Android?

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 07:40 PM PDT

    If it is worth it, what logo/face packs/kit packs are compatible and how would I install them?

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    What's your most unbelievable FM Triumph??

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 08:21 AM PDT

    Mine occurred over the weekend. It was 3rd season is Kasimpasa(year 19-20), I signed Facundo Colidio, Ben Arfa, Yusuf Yazici, Salih oczan, Bruno viana to name a few. Got knocked out of Champions league into the Europa league. Round of 32 i faced Shakthar, lost 3-2 first leg at home and went on to win 5-2 in Ukraine. Round of 16 i faced Burnley and won both legs surprisingly. Quarterfinals i got drawn with Borussia Mönchengladbach, at this point you can imagine how i felt, i had reached my limit and would get knocked out. First leg I lost 2-0, i was like that's very fair then second leg came around and i won 4-1 and at this point i was so confused. I was thinking the game had smoked weed or something haha. Semi final i get drawn with Tottenham, I knew i was out obviously. I never checked Tottenham before the first leg, but the game ended 1-1 and i had to know why. I later found out that Tottenham was 13th in the league and this was in April and they had just sold Kane to Madrid the summer before. So for the 2nd leg, i was like whatever happens happens. Lo and behold i won 2-0. i was mind blown, i had legit reached final of the Europa league against all odds. Well the final was against Valencia and funny enough the last 2 seasons had been won by Tottenham and Valencia respectively. Well the game started, Valencia took an early lead, Facundo equalized before half time. Rodrigo then added a second goal just after half time and Facundo equalized at the 60th min. At this point i was thinking it's possible i was soo excited. Then Pavelka gave us the lead at 80th min and i jumped up. Unfortunately Valencia equalized 93rd minute and took it to extra time. 2nd half of extra time, Murillo got a red card and i was happy, maybe i can put one in before time is up but unfortunately i couldn't. We went to penalty shootouts.

    Kasimpasa Valencia

    miss goal

    goal goal

    miss miss

    goal goal

    goal miss

    goal goal

    goal miss

    Like that Kasimpasa had a European trophy. i was so excited and couldn't believe it.

    Tell me about your unbelievable experience without cheating.

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    Uniao da Madeira | Signing Free Agents | Series Part 2

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 11:00 AM PDT

    I came across this regen. What a name.

    Posted: 01 Apr 2019 11:57 AM PDT
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