I’m just sorry Roberto didn’t feel he could share any of this with me. I’m one of his favored personnel, but I don’t know. I guess I didn’t make enough “us” time or something.

I like to think that five years ago he married a woman about thirty years younger than him. People questioned the relationship, but the reality was that they completed each other, and both were happier together then they had ever been in their lives. Their’s was a love, perfect and pure. She recently died in a tragic head on collision with a drunk driver. Upon hearing the news, Roberto didn’t cry. He shrugged. He shrugged because he has given up, because a world run by a cruel and malevolent deity who would take away his darling Franchesca, well, it’s a world not worthy of tears. Roberto is filled with hate. He hates God, hates the world, he hates himself. And he hates the game, hates it for having taken time away from Franchesca, time he could have spent in her arms. So he renounces his world class talent. He wants nothing more to do with it. He has decided that he is done giving to the world, done giving love and done giving hope to the players who would chew nails for him. He hates it all. So he quits his job, he moves to Sorrento, determined to drink himself to death before the year is up, to a post where he will be a nobody, a non entity, where he can wallow in his hate and pity and anger and self loathing without having to waste any time putting a comforting arm around spoiled superstars. His life in Sorrento goes according to plan, he’s drunk, angry and alone. Until one day he meets a woman…

Well it’s a theory anyway. But something tells me you haven’t seen the last of Roberto.

I took Sutton Utd(my real world local club) from Blue Sq. South to winning the Prem in 17 years (FM 08) aquiring silly amounts of wages, but never really doing anything with it.

As a Celtic fan, I have an alternative save game where I have a watertight contract at Rangers, where it would cost ludicrous amounts to sack me, and I’ve successfully navigated them to the bottom of the Scottish Third Division. Nothing gives me more pride. I’m currently doing worse than Paul Le Guen.

The salary in this game is meaningless, and I’ll probably be quitting Man C once I’ve made around 200 million total and going to a small little Italian team and taking them to top flight by the year 2050 ^___^. I normally quit after a few years of FM and this is the longest I’ve played (2022)