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| J_ames |
Aug 19, 11 at 10:39am ^
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| CatchFire |
Aug 19, 11 at 5:52pm ^
Chance Goes By
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   Under 18s Group Two  Spot the blatant error I made while making this update. Talk about jumping the gun. Oh, and I can no longer get in the play-offs, hence the inability to write anything due to an excessive amount of tears. | |
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| CatchFire |
Aug 20, 11 at 8:43pm ^
Last Day of the Season
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| The Rock 13 |
Aug 21, 11 at 10:33am ^
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If only this were real life mate. I'm guessing you must have seen the resut against Peterborough yesterday.
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| CatchFire |
Aug 23, 11 at 9:49am ^
Five Months in a Year
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 The theme music of Crash Team Racing breaks the eerie silence of my office, which had been perpetual for the past 4 hours. Spilling the remains my eleventh cup of burning hot tea on my leg in panic at the sound, I cry out, swear loudly, toss the (now empty) mug out of the nearby window, and pick up my ringing telephone. An old Nokia. Jesus, I’m on nearly seven grand a year, I should have an IPhone (other phones are available). I hear a distant smash, and will probably find the remains of my favourite mug scattered across the pavement outside Ipswich’s training ground later. Picking up my pen with my left hand, I begin to painstaking scrawl the words “buy new phone and mug” on the back of my right hand, while holding the aforementioned phone to my ear with said hand. “Dalton here.” “Hey there H, it’s Malky!” Malky Mackay, manager of Watford. I made some complimentary comments about him in a press conference earlier in the season, and now he thinks I’m his best friend. In fairness, he’s only young at 39 years old, and I offered him my help with tactics when his side were struggling against relegation, not helped by a 4-2 defeat away at a certain Ipswich Town. They went on to record a win against second-placed Barnsley, earn a draw against Q.P.R, and although would have been safe anyway, according to the league table at least, Mackay was quick to point out a win against Barnsley would have knocked the stuffing out of the team below them, Swansea, who were relegated ahead of Watford. So I saved two teams from relegation. Go me. “Hey Malky, how’s it going my friend?” “Amazing mate, brilliant. On a beach in the Seychelles, it’s like 40 degrees out here. Don’t think I’ve put down a cocktail since I landed. It’s nice to have a holiday at some point in the year. Not that I don’t love the day job, of course!” Lucky bastard. “That’s nice mate; you make sure you bring back a tan and a souvenir for me, yeah?” “No problem buddy, anything in mind?” “Something to hang on my wall. I like geckos. Oh, and if you find me a brilliant new footballing talent, I’ll have one of those too.” “Haha, I think I’ll have to treat myself to one of those, but it’s a little early in our relationship to be handing out gifts like that. Unless you want to marry me, H?” “I’m good thanks Malky, cheers for asking though.” “Haha, I’ll get you one day, beautiful.” “You scare me, I won’t lie.” “Yeah, sorry about that. Don’t worry though, I’m not a rapist anymore.. er, I mean.. Anyway, how’s your holiday going?” I look at the pile of notes I’ve compiled on my desk; one of the messy stacks is a 200-page analysis of Ipswich’s entire season, compiled from August to February by my scouts, and February to May by me. Each one contains player statistics, game-by-game analysis, training rotas, improvements, everything. I even read that Gareth McAuley went 5 weeks without shaving once. I don’t even know why that was included in his file; I can only worry about the sexuality of whichever scout decided to put it in. Another pile is a list of transfer targets for the new season, with the same data (though nothing about shaving). There isn’t really a focus; goalkeepers are the only players left out of the paper-stack, I already have Fulop and Steele. I look out of the window; blackness. The sky is a heavy black-blue, a tree within view looks as though it’s about to be uprooted by a tornado, and the tiniest flecks of a coming downpour have slowly started to build up on the open window pane. “I’m just in a bar in Barcelona, my friend. Sipping some alcoholic beverages, checking out the Spanish chicks. It’s clammy outside, sticky weather, uncomfortably hot unfortunately,” I begin, giving the radiator a necessary frown. “It’s like 12 midnight, I’ll never be able to sleep. Oh well, guess I’ll have to stay in this 5-star hotel bar, drinking free drinks with hot women all night. Curse my luck eh?” “Sounds like you’re having an awful time there mate. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.” “I’m sure I’ll get by.” “Hey, I heard on the news you’d been invited to guest-manage the MLS All-Stars against Inter Milan, is that true?” “Yeah, I got the invite last week. I’ll be having a week in Florida, meeting the best players the MLS has to offer, Disneyland, obviously. A trip to a few parks, restaurants, whatever man.” “Two holidays, lucky.” “A working holiday, really, but yeah.” “Anyone you interested in signing over there?” “The only signature I want is Mickey Mouse’s.” “Haha, fair enough. I’m gonna have to go, I’ll see you soon yeah? And I’ll give you your gecko at our next match against each other.” “I look forward to it, bye.” I turn back to my notes. Time to review the season, make some ‘la decisiones’ about who will make my team next season. Don’t understand why I’m speaking in Spanish all of a sudden. Maybe I’ll get on a plane to Barcelona. I do need tips on how I want Ipswich to play.      | |
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| J_ames |
Aug 23, 11 at 12:00pm ^
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| CatchFire |
Aug 24, 11 at 2:39pm ^
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Aug 24, 11 at 4:22pm ^
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| CatchFire |
Aug 25, 11 at 12:48pm ^
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Aug 26, 11 at 8:30am ^
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| CatchFire |
Aug 26, 11 at 8:33am ^
Sipping Champagne in Sunny Spain
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 Leaning on my hotel balcony, a cooling breeze easing the steadily increasing burning sensation, I reach into my pocket with a smirk and run through my contacts list. Rays of sunlight play across the screen, dimming the view on the screen, forcing me to abandon my position overlooking a beautiful sandy beach and further out, the deep blue of the Balearic-Mediterranean sea. My penthouse apartment is certainly not within the modest price limit I used to have; indeed, just one year ago, and to spend just one night in such a place would have been unthinkable, the impossible dream. Nowadays, with a rather impressive wage at Ipswich Town, living in the lap of luxury comes hand in hand with my job, a job I love. Life is good. I finally reach the ‘M’ section on my contacts list, and locate the name Malky. I put the phone to my ear, hearing a satisfying ringing, and sure enough, after three rings, I hear Malky’s voice coming loud and clear through the speakers of my new IPhone. “Hello?” “Hiya Malky, it’s Harley…” The reason I’m in Spain, or more specifically Barcelona is to watch the team play, courtesy of an invite as a guest “advisor” by Pep Guardiola to watch his team play against Bayern Munich. I would be sat on the bench, watching the Catalan giants give me another perfect display of football, as they did when they thrashed my MLS All-Stars team. That they did, beating Bayern 3-1. I was sat in the dugout, scribbling furiously, trying to take in everything about how they played to incorporate it into Ipswich’s playing style. Some good tips were acquired. Meanwhile, Malky would be somewhere in Watford, probably in his office, working hard to get his team ready for the new season, or anywhere close to as ready as my team. Back in England, I started work first on getting the signings I had outlined for my side for this season; having spent a lot of time in the summer holidays analysing last season’s shenanigans, I knew pretty much who I wanted, who I could get if I didn’t get them, and how I wanted them to play. With the signings of a number of players already completed, and more to come very soon, I could begin work on getting the players ready to play how I wanted them, so I was a big step ahead of other managers. It was going to be a good season.  | |
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| ThePurpleSide |
Aug 26, 11 at 9:20am ^
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this is class, great use of media etc
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| CatchFire |
Aug 27, 11 at 6:21am ^
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| J_ames |
Aug 27, 11 at 7:54am ^
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| CatchFire |
Aug 27, 11 at 8:44am ^
Working Hard
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With not much to do in pre-season due to my organisation and lack of holiday time, I was pretty much waiting on others for my job to continue. I took a camping trip up to the Lake District, spent a few days shopping in London, and went to Los Angeles to watch my team, Manchester United, annihilate LA Galaxy 6-1. Meanwhile, we completed a number of signings to add to the collection.  We have now boxed off our friendlies for the season. Upon learning I was a supporter of Manchester United, Alex Ferguson asked if we could host his side in a friendly; I asked if we could hold the event at Old Trafford, but he said I’d “have to earn it”. Oh well, maybe next year.  James, I pay in instalments rather than upfront fees, which enables me to bring in more players, my budget is a lot lower than the totals I spend. If you see my Crewe game, I spent £64M in my first PL season, most of which were instalments. I desperately needed defenders, so I put in high bids. Cathcart (as you'll see in future updates) is very much worth the £5M I paid for him. I didn't end up getting Hobbs or Mills, so I'm still a little weak in defence, but Cathcart is my best defender (Technical) by a long mile, and at 22 years old, he still has a long time to develop into a player I would pay that sum for 3 times over...  | |
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