Fin or Bin: Football Manager 2020
I've never managed a football before, but I've always suspected they would be the kind of game that would suck me in wholesale and entire aeons would pass before I escaped. The dice finally decided it was time to put my managerial chops to the test, only five years late, and so I loaded into the weirdly-silent main menu and began my journey.
Up and coming managerial genius Sera Peterfinowicz joined rising stars the Penis Boys as they took their eager first steps into the world of professional football. First order of business was to look through my list of players and get to the know the team. Unfortunately, one of them shared a name with a kid I went to school with- completely unacceptable. I immediately singled him out to criticise his performance in training and his overall attitude to the team, and asked if he knew anyone who could replace him before telling him he was going to be transferred out if things didn't improve.
There simply isn't room for that kind of dissent on my team- I run a tight ship, and his petulance was affecting team morale. A few days later, I sold him for $200. Cha-ching!
That really lit a fire under my boys, which was fortunate as we then began a strict training regimen of hardcore endurance training twice a day every day with no rest periods. Running around for 90 minutes is a taxing ordeal; very important to raise their stamina. Three weeks into the training, I met with my team for the first time to introduce myself. I told them in no uncertain terms that they were to win a league they weren't actually entered in before the season was complete or there would be hell to pay, which really inspired them to step up their game.
A potential new recruit made himself known to me while the Penis Boys trained their little hearts out, eager to join their ranks. I offered him a salary of $0 and told him his prospects were to warm the bench for his entire career, and he enthusiastically signed the contract. I immediately held a press conference to discuss the signing and refused to answer any questions.
Our first big game approached, and it was time to talk strategy. I was given a list of pre-made formations and declined them all, preferring the element of surprise. I set my entire team into forward attack positions and stationed everyone on the left side of the pitch only, to confuse and disorient their opponents who had to cover the entire field. In the locker room before the match started, I gave an inspiring pep-talk where I told the team that nothing they did mattered and this game was meaningless, leaving them "confused and disenchanted".
A smattering of existentialism gave them a unique energy in the first half, during which I employed my master strategy- swapping my forward attacker with my goalkeeper. Think about it! The role of the forward attacker is to score goals. If he is in my goal, that means every time the opponents shoot at my goal they're actually giving the ball to my main scorer! They would be architects of their own demise!
A second pep-talk at half time left the team anxious, disinterested, and hesitant, and our game ended with an incredible 15 goals on the final scoreboard. Unfortunately they were all scored by the opposing team. I berated my boys for their abysmal performance and told them they wouldn't be paid for two weeks as punishment. I really feel like I've made my mark on the sport already and I'm excited to see where the Penis Boys take me next.
Fin or Bin:
Oh! Ah. Well then.















