Football Manager - Probably the best screamer I'll ever score on this game. |
- Probably the best screamer I'll ever score on this game.
- I miss the good old days of team talks.
- Mustafi gets sent off in the 92nd minute of his last ever Arsenal match, I decided to be petty and fine him two weeks wages
- And, after you give up and release him, he'll come back to bite the hand that used to feed him
- Those irresistible release clauses
- When you’re 6-0 up but you still shout “Demand more”..
- My legendary striker Chicco just scored his 1000th goal for the club!
- Poor geezer. Took this lad on trial. He plays one game and damages his spine and will be out for a year! Yeah sorry mate - looks like I'm not going to take you on after all ��
- Real Sociedad finished 2nd because we played 0-0 in Spain and 1-1 in Poland (away goal). Such a shame.
- A glitch has occurred in my game causing the most INSANE and UNBELIEVABLE goal I have ever seen, I won 1-0 because of this.
- A guide for starting players to make life a bit easier
- I celebrated this goal so much I almost woke up my girlfriend at 6 am. I have never celebrated a goal like this IRL.
- The good ol' international break morale booster
- Football is an ungrateful world
- A positive from quarantine: I haven’t played the full version since FM14. Could not be happier to have the time to sit down and do this for a while
- A Day in the Life of the Ass-man
- Imagine getting 95 points and finishing 3rd...
- Signed on the 21st of July, made one appearance as an 89th minute substitute in the Community Shield, sold on the 13th of August for a £7m profit. A true Ed Woodward masterclass
- Worst rating ever??
- Chelsea legend Reece James with an absolute banger
- TWENTY TIMES?
- This irks me more than "I scored for my country, not you"
- Anyone seen anything like this? Romford in the English 7th division paying players £10,500 p/w. Not even able to break mid-table.
- The kind of sponsor you need these days ��
| Probably the best screamer I'll ever score on this game. Posted: 02 Apr 2020 06:31 PM PDT
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| I miss the good old days of team talks. Posted: 02 Apr 2020 03:23 AM PDT
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| And, after you give up and release him, he'll come back to bite the hand that used to feed him Posted: 02 Apr 2020 06:30 AM PDT
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| Those irresistible release clauses Posted: 02 Apr 2020 04:28 AM PDT
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| When you’re 6-0 up but you still shout “Demand more”.. Posted: 02 Apr 2020 04:01 AM PDT
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| My legendary striker Chicco just scored his 1000th goal for the club! Posted: 02 Apr 2020 07:53 AM PDT
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| A guide for starting players to make life a bit easier Posted: 02 Apr 2020 05:23 AM PDT Hey guys, because we've had a free week recently, I figured there will probably be a lot of new/returning players, so I put together some tips from top of my head. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong in something and/or add your own tips! I also highly recommend checking out FM Base youtube account, some of the tips are directly from his videos. TacticsThis is obviously the most complex topic which many newcomers probably struggle with. I won't go into TOO much detail, but I will try to mention everything needed to fix at least basic mistakes. Again, watch FM Base videos if you feel like you need some more help. Try NOT to download a tactic if you can avoid it - figuring up your tactic is really rewarding and half of FM fun. I was always a guy who downloads the "best" tactic and uses it all the time. Needless to say, I was always bored after 2-3 seasons. Now my approach is completely different:
Opposition instructions, adjusting to opposition playersThis is quite simple, but I don't see many youtubers/streamers doing this - if the opposition's forwards are faster than your defenders, you should probably consider dropping your defensive line deeper. Vice versa, if you play against slower but clinical attackers (think Harry Kane), don't be afraid to play with an extremely high defensive line. They will be forced to rely on pace to get to your net. Opposition instructions are as follows (and you should use them sporadically, I don't apply them to more than 4 players):
ShoutsI usually wait at least 15 minutes to make the first shout, if I do it sooner, it has little effect. I use only these:
I usually shout Get creative in the 15th minute, Demand more in the 30th minute, Get creative again in 60th minute, Demand more in 75th minute (if nothing changes until then) and by 85-90th minute I shout Show some passion. Misc
AddonsWhile not inherently improving your results, downloading and playing with better skin, logopack, facepack and licensing fix improves realism by a lot. It's so much more fun playing against real looking teams and it takes basically no time to set up - just download files, add it to a game folder and you are good to go! I see so many people here not even having logopack and their reasoning is usually either they didn't know it exists or they've thought it's hard to install - not at all! In my opinion, these are essentials:
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| The good ol' international break morale booster Posted: 02 Apr 2020 11:08 AM PDT
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| Football is an ungrateful world Posted: 02 Apr 2020 12:52 PM PDT A few days ago, I posted here a note that Willy Sagnol had won back to back promotions with Lusitânia Lourosa, taking the team from the Portuguese lower leagues to the top division. It was an impressive accomplishment for an AI manager. Could he take them even further? Well, 26 league games into his top division foray, and Sagnol got sacked. Lusitânia Lourosa is in the 17th spot (out of 18 teams), two points below the relegation line. There's still time to turn it around, but Lusitânia Lourosa's management isn't willing to wait. They've sacked the guy that led'em all the way to the top. Football is an ungrateful world, Willy. [link] [comments]  | ||
| Posted: 02 Apr 2020 08:07 PM PDT
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| A Day in the Life of the Ass-man Posted: 02 Apr 2020 07:35 AM PDT It's early March and I wake knowing the second leg of our Champions League round-of-16 tie is upon us. At the halfway stage we lead by a single goal, an away goal, and tell myself as I'll suggest Saul tell the players, no to be complacent. Complacency is such an awful thing – it's so hard to spot. But today I'm not complacent, I'm confident. It'll be a good day. It's almost six in the morning and I'm still in bed. Saul, our manager, will be first to the training ground at seven. I say first, but in reality, Hayley, our head cleaning lady will claim that accolade. Gary from the kitchen will also be there before the boss, but it sometimes seems like Saul never leaves. Me, I like to arrive second. As the assistant manager, I feel it's an important standard to set. I look at the clock beside my bed, bleating like a sheep, and decide I'll have another few minutes because I can. When I rise, I go to my wardrobe and look wistfully at my dust-laden suit, unsure when it was last employed. I brush away the cobwebs and take my tracksuit. Over breakfast, I read an article on how Mikel Arteta escaped Guardiola's clutches. Did Pep forget to offer him a new contract, I wonder. The whole notion of an assistant-manager transcending the role of right-hand man is sickening to me. My girlfriend catches my dour expression. "Chin up," she says. "This morning I heard that games company is making one called Assistant Manager. Sega, I think. That's what you play, isn't it?" I'm coy, telling her no, but my reaction to her mispronunciation of 'See-ga' sells me short. They don't even make the game. Placing my hand on hers, I tell her it's just a game, nothing serious. It'd be nothing on me if the fans knew I played it. There're far worse names than laptop manager. Laptop assistant manager, in my case. But I've spent the past eight months climbing off the marble pedestal she put me on like one of the legends outside the ground. Players, managers; the kitman at one stadium, but never an assistant manager. How she'd blow up with delight if she knew I was playing for professional purposes, and I can be sure she'd take me with her, soaring on an aspirational updraft. No, I'm happy at the gaffer's side. I couldn't leave him anyway, Saul's my best pal. I've been with him since the trenches. I arrive at the training ground just after half-seven. Counting the cars, I'm at least the sixth to arrive. Bloody roadworks. Saul shares his office with me. I sit down at my desk which faces his. On the way in I see he has a database open and is filtering potential recruits. He seems to have a particular interest in young Argentines and Serbians. To his credit, first-teamers Alejandro, Luciano, Matias, Cristian, Fernando, Eli, Marcelo, Darko, Aleksandar, Petar, Nikola and Igor would help them fit right in. The strength of our bond with South American clubs is only second to our relationship with the English-language school down the road. "Roadworks?" He asks. "It's like someone parked a bus across the road." My morning duties include finishing the monthly training report and, well, assisting. I'm partway through analysing why one of our wingers looks so unhappy with quickness training after complaining for the past two months about his absence from the programme when Saul speaks up. "I've been thinking about Bien's development." From my desk I can barely see him behind the computer monitor and a stack of 17 matchday programmes. My eyes narrow as I remember a previous suggestion our right-sided fullback stay back at all times, my dissuading response, and his subsequent cold shoulder. It was fair. The manager knows best, though I'd rather I didn't appear inadequate again. He continues, "I'd like you to start coaching him to consider taking fewer long shots." I breathe a sigh of relief, telling Saul that's suitable accounting for how inept Bien is at shooting from range. There's a knock at the door. Jens, our head physio, enters and passes Saul a fitness report ahead of the game. Only our star forward is missing, but he and the manager aren't on speaking terms, leaving me to act as a conduit. Saul only wished the player a speedy return and assured him of his place in the squad upon his return to fitness. Why that warranted a strop, I don't know. Some players can be so fickle. Not long after, I finish the month's training report and hand it to Saul. Instantaneously, he calls two of the top three performers into his office to praise them. I wonder if he didn't invite Husby in because my highlighter faded when it came to his name. Either way, it's gratifying seeing your work acted upon with such haste. One chink in the chain: Andy Pawlowski doesn't think he trained well and seems disappointed. In a stroke of brilliance, Saul reroutes the conversation by praising his influence on the dressing room and Andy perks up as if by magic. What a veritable joy it is to work with such a motivator. Come 10, it's time for training in which both Saul and I partake. With a match this evening, we opt to focus on the tactical elements of the game so as not to wear the players out. I inform Saul during this session that our left attacking midfielder is struggling to adapt to the left midfield position. Saul seems totally perplexed by this, which I find strange since they are separate positions. Not long after we return to the office and Saul receives his latest programme for the pile from a lad in the media department, he asks me to leave for he has an impromptu meeting with the owner. I agree and pass our club's billionaire benefactor with a questionable human rights record on the way out. It's amazing how everyone is always available on demand around here. Mr Tolstikov looks resigned to an uncomfortable fate. I wonder if this has anything to do with those young Argentines Saul was looking at. Following his meeting and my lunch in the legends lounge, I pass Saul on his way to the presser. Our eyes meet and I wondering if he's considering sending me. He's only once asked me to sit before the media and I think it was a simple mistake, akin to a mis-click. We lost the following match. In the runup to our game, we prep the team with pre-match instructions. "The atmosphere is about average and most of the team are generally interested in what you have to say," I inform Saul having counted the number of players on their phones. I admire the manager's dedication. He is so 'in the zone' he appears to ignore me. "We're going to go with our 4-4-2 formation today." "There was very little reaction from the squad," I whisper in his ear, trying not to disturb the delicate dressing room dynamics he's carefully cultivated. "We need to adopt an attacking mentality for this one." "The majority of the squad agree with this tactical approach. This approach suits the team being favourites." Saul grins and says, "good delivery," tapping me on the shoulder. One of the players drop something and a tinny, metallic noise rings in my ears. Once, in almost identical circumstances to the press conference I conducted, I held the team meeting. We lost the following game on that occasion as well. In the dressing room with minutes to go before kick-off, I give Saul my final advice before we step out. "I suggest we should ask the team to do this for the fans." Saul glares at me as if to suggest we should always play for the fans before telling the players he expects a win. I make a mental note of this for the weekend as the players react positively. As they do when Saul tells them he has faith in them and that they should go out there and make a difference. With all 11 given these instructions, it'll be a wonder if we don't win. 11 difference makers – sheer brilliance. Saul then takes my advice on opposition instructions, relaying it to our lads. We'll man-mark every opponent except the centre-backs and keeper and show them onto their weaker foot – I hope someone has actually told our players which foot that is. But maybe there's no need. Saul tells the players not to hold back in their tackles, perhaps implying we'll determine the weak foot. That advice goes for all players except for their Balkan midfielder, returning to the side after a 12-match suspension for breaking an opponent's ribs on the advertising boards. We wouldn't make our players do anything we wouldn't. The game kicks off and despite being the home side, we're soon under the cosh. Our 17-year-old, bald, moustachioed forward with the lazy eye seems to be the only one trying to make a difference. Unless, of course, you count his strike partner who has completed a staggering amount of tackles, though has picked up a yellow card. "I think we should tell him to ease off the tackles," I tell Saul. There is fire in his eyes as he tells the player to calm down. Three minutes later we're reduced to 10 men when he receives a straight red for a Johnson-style rugby tackle. He is number 10, I suppose. Saul adapts by moving our wonderkid striker into the centre. We're now playing 4-4-1. I'd like to see us play more conservatively, but as Saul demands more from the players – hopefully not more cards – they respond well. However, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. The opposition defence discover our miscomprehension of the offside rule, particularly after throw-ins near the corner, and start controlling possession. Saul doesn't look in the slightest bit concerned, but I have an itch needing scratched. It's approaching half-time and Saul's persistent demands seem to be serving us well. On the 45th minute we score and even before our players can think about returning to shape, Saul is demanding more of them. "They appear focused," I say, hit by a peculiar sense of déjà vu. Saul nods at me, warmed, if anything, by this familiarity. "We're doing good," he says, turning back to the pitch. One of my assistants leaps from the bench with a tablet in hand. It shows a dataset already implanted in my mind. Does he think I'm a fool? I wave him away and step up to Saul. The elation of the fans behind the dugout spurs me on. "We're being overrun in midfield," I say, "we should think about making a change." Saul's brow sinks, his eyes roll. "32% possession," I say. This is an age-old coping mechanism passed down from assistant to assistant, although right now it's not filling me with my usual assuredness. "Who do you think you are?" Saul asks. "Sam from the redtops? Next you'll be asking how a goal on the cusp of halftime alters the game. We're playing 4-4-1 wide and direct; they've a tank in midfield, what do you expect?" Well, I console myself as I return to the bench on this not so good day, there's always Saturday. by Saul Deeson [link] [comments]  | ||
| Imagine getting 95 points and finishing 3rd... Posted: 02 Apr 2020 03:41 AM PDT
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| Chelsea legend Reece James with an absolute banger Posted: 02 Apr 2020 02:47 PM PDT
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| This irks me more than "I scored for my country, not you" Posted: 02 Apr 2020 08:47 AM PDT
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| The kind of sponsor you need these days �� Posted: 02 Apr 2020 07:19 AM PDT
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