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    | 29-time FMS Award winner
    | FMS Writer of the Year 2008-09-12-15-16
    | Rob Ridgway's doppleganger

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    FMS Hall of Fame Class of 2012


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    "Raising Cain" - 2016 FMS Story of the Year

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    Rangers, MUFC, Reading

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    Oxford United (FM15), Rangers (FM17)

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  1. Each year in the predictions pool, my goal is to not finish last. So thanks, Ben. Just kidding. There but for the grace of God go I.
  2. Benny Chapman had been a busy guy. Laughingly, he had described himself as “Kyle Cain’s personal bartender” after a series of visits earlier in the season, but now he was all ears as the manager unloaded. “Honestly, Benny, what the hell would you think?” Kyle asked. “I’d think the same as you,” the older man answered, wiping a mug dry as he did. “I would. Now, I know what I told you before, Kyle, but there’s really no reason for you to be treated like this.” The Oxford manager gave a half-smile in reply. “You know I’m already a good tipper,” he cracked. “There’s nothing extra in it for you to say these kinds of things, you know.” “It’s just the truth as I see it,” he said, noticing Kyle’s glass was empty at the same time. “Have another? I’ll buy this one. Since your lads started walking the league, my sales are up fifteen percent. People like coming out to have a pint after the matches, so the least I can do is be grateful.” “Glad to hear it, Benny,” Kyle replied, swirling the remainder of a Shotover Trinity in the bottom of his glass before downing it. He gently pushed the glass back toward the barkeep, but the watery ring left by the glass – Kyle always liked to put his glass down exactly where he had picked it up – stopped the glass dead on the bar. Chapman smiled and replaced the glass, underneath a coaster. “You’re gonna ruin my bar,” he cracked, wiping the water off the former place Kyle’s glass had occupied. For Kyle, it always seemed to be the same. The same ale in the same bar, usually at the same seat, with the same barkeep, and the glass in the same spot on the polished oaken surface. The same unhappiness. The same questions. The same non-answers. It was enough to make a guy drink. Except he was already doing that. “Jenna saw it,” Kyle said, “and that was different from the last time. All she has known is what I’ve told her, and her mother has always been able to tell her a different story.” He took another pull from his fresh glass and concentrated on feeling the liquid sliding all the way into his stomach. “Maybe it’s time,” Chapman said. “I’ve got another hour,” Kyle said, looking at his watch. “I don’t mean closing,” the bartender replied. “Or, maybe I do, in a different way. Maybe it’s time for you to do what you have to do.” “That’s what I’ve thought for months, but what good would it do me?” Kyle said, in a moment of self-pity. “Allison is gone, she’s got somebody now, so I’d just be alone.” “That’s not what I’ve heard,” Chapman said. “Miss Moore seems pretty high on you.” “Well, she’s the one been talking with Stacy,” Kyle said. “And even if I trusted her, which I don’t, why on earth would I give Stacy the knife she’d need to cut my throat?” Benny Chapman smiled with a rueful grin. “Kyle, when did you get so wise about women all of a sudden?” If he hadn’t been Kyle’s friend, he might have gotten that lovely glass of Shotover Trinity all over the front of his shirt. “I will take that as a joke, sir,” Kyle said, trying to smile but somehow failing to get all the muscles in his face to work. The end result was something like a sideways sneer. “It was, to a point,” Chapman answered. “You’ve had some hard luck and made some bad decisions. Well, maybe the decision you need to make now is for the best. Owen will be well looked after, you know that, Stacy loves him too.” “Well, I’d fight her for custody,” Kyle said. “I don’t feel that she’s a very good role model for him.” “She isn’t seeing that bloke again?” Chapman waved his hand in the air, because he couldn’t remember Boyd Stokes’s name. “I don’t know, probably,” Kyle answered. “It wouldn’t be the smartest thing she’s ever done in her life, but then they had a relationship while she was pregnant with Owen so I wouldn’t put anything past her.” “Well, you know that whatever you decide, I’ll be here to help you talk through it.” Now Kyle raised his glass again, but this time in toast. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said. # # #
  3. Looking forward to seeing what you have in mind. Welcome to FMS and as a Yank, you will earn bonus points from the American contingent here, of which I am a proud member. We'll do our best to shield you from the rest of the lot here Write on!
  4. Now the game can refer to me as "beaten cup finalist". Congratulations to Balty and thanks to Mark for all the work you do.
  5. An awful lot of fun watching Josh Harrop score for Manchester United on his debut today, especially since he spent a season on loan with my Oxford United team in FM 15. Anyone else ever enjoy the feeling when a player they once had on loan does something great?
  6. Unless you're Manchester United.
  7. Attempting to ease pressure from the supporters after another disappointing season by a late Cup run, I have PMed Mr. Wilson with my prognostications. I expect them to be perfect except for how the games will actually turn out.
  8. 6 October 2015 – Northampton Town (7th place, League Two) v Oxford United (1st place, League Two) Johnstone’s Paint Trophy – South Subsection Second Round – Sixfields Stadium, Northampton Referee: Eddie Ilderton They had talked for quite a long time after Eales had left Kyle’s office. “I didn’t know it was that bad, Dad,” Jenna began, but Kyle simply shrugged his shoulders. “Been that way for quite some time,” he said, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa from her. “Why on earth did it come to this?” she said, first wiping her face with the palms of her hands – a classic nervous reaction – and then resting her chin in the palms of her hands propped against her knees. “Sometimes it hasn’t been easy,” Kyle admitted. “But I’ve tried to be good for the family and I’ve tried to be good to you. If your mother has been talking with Diana Moore, about anything, you can be assured it isn’t good.” “But Diana was defending you,” Jenna said. “According to Mr. Eales, yes, she was,” Kyle replied. “But the only thing I dislike about this job is not knowing who I can trust.” Kyle knew for certain, though, that the people he could trust to get a result that night were on the park as the league leaders traveled to Sixfields for the Cup tie against the Cobblers. It wasn’t an especially long trip but Kyle used the opportunity to blood a comparatively young team – and one which again, looked different from the Oxford XI which had preceded it in the league at the weekend Bevans got the start at right full-back, Whing started in the center of defense alongside the Oxford debutant Gallifuoco, Richards deputized for Skarz and both Rose and Ashby made the same midfield, which hadn’t happened very often. Ashby was finally healthy enough to be considered again, returning to the eleven for the first time since his injury in the opening game. With both he and Rose looking for more time on the pitch, now was the time for them to stand up and be counted. Another of the youngsters was James Roberts, also playing his first senior match since breaking his foot late the season before. He, too, made things count – on the scoreboard – less than two minutes into the match. It was frankly a fluke – Hylton’s long ball up the center of the park bounced behind the Cobbler back line, which had been playing entirely too high up the park, and Roberts found himself in a race for the ball with keeper Dean Snedker, who came out to challenge. Too late, the keeper realized he had left his area and the ball bounded over his head. Too late he attempted to get between the ball and Roberts, but it was the easiest thing in the world for Roberts to round him and score into the empty net with just 1:46 on the clock. That would have been great had not the new makeshift backline switched off at the same moment just four minutes later, with Irish striker John-Joe O’Toole easily beating a stranded Ryan Clarke for two goals in the first six minutes. The football gods giveth and taketh away, and they took again before the end of the first half as Rose was crocked after a heavy challenge by Solomon Sambou, who got a healthy reception from the home faithful while Kyle’s midfielder rolled on the ground clutching his shin. The native of The Gambia stood over Rose as if to apologize, but the Englishman was having none of it. Neither was Kyle, who was screaming for a card at the same time the physios were waved onto the pitch. Referee Eddie Ilderton was having none of it, though, and the teams slogged on toward half, the pace reduced considerably from the first frantic ten minutes. The game needed a bit of magic, and once again it was Roberts the provider. MacDonald’s throw in found the young striker near the byline and his cross was perfect. Hylton slipped away from former Aberdeen man Zander Diamond and lofted an inch-perfect header home to the top left corner of the goal in the second minute of added time. That gave Kyle’s men a halftime lead they probably deserved, and made the tenor of the team talk a bit more positive. The second half saw the home side push harder, as could reasonably have been expected, and their efforts came to fruition right on the hour mark as Ivan Toney punished Oxford’s failure to clear its lines with a rising drive to Clarke’s top right corner that gave the keeper no chance. But there was worse news, as Roberts, who had just spent four months on the sidelines, limped off after a challenge from the same Solomon Sambou who had crocked Rose. Roberts was a precocious talent, Kyle wanted to give him every opportunity to succeed, and then this happened. Angrily, as Sambou again went unpunished, Kyle went to his bench for an injury substitution, bringing on Patrick Hoban for the youngster. On paper it was a great move, but Kyle hadn’t wanted to risk League Two’s leading marksman unless it was necessary – and now it was. Now in a 2-2 draw and with the possibility of added time staring him in the face, Kyle’s mood darkened. Six minutes from time, though, Clarke’s goal kick found Hylton on the left and he knocked it down for Ashby. A slick ball to Gnanduillet followed, and the target man spun to play the ball forward onto the run of Hoban. The striker headed into the box and was felled by yet another challenge from Sambou, but the ball rolled kindly to MacDonald, who had dashed behind the back line from an onside position as Hoban reached the box. With Snedker coming out to play Hoban, he had no chance. That made Kyle feel a lot better. The match was won but two players were on the shelf, one of whom had just come off of it. Northampton Town 2 (John-Joe O’Toole 6, Ivan Toney 60) Oxford United 3 (Roberts 2, Hylton 45+2, MacDonald 85) H/T: 1-2 A – 1,945, Sixfields Stadium, Northamptonshire Man of the Match: James Roberts, Oxford United (MR 8.5) # # #
  9. Looks like a fun project. Write on
  10. Monday 15th May 2017 Chelsea 3-0 Watford Tuesday 16th May 2017 Arsenal 3-0 Sunderland Manchester City 2-0 West Bromwich Albion Wednesday 17th May 2017 Southampton 1-1 Manchester United Thursday 18th May 2017 Leicester City 1-2 Tottenham Hotspur
  11. Saturday 13th May 2017 Manchester City 2-1 Leicester City Bournemouth 1-0 Burnley Middlesbrough 1-1 Southampton Sunderland 1-1 Swansea City Stoke City 0-2 Arsenal Sunday 14th May 2017 Crystal Palace 1-1 Hull City West Ham United 1-2 Liverpool Tottenham Hotspur 2-1 Manchester United
  12. Indeed, Balty, have at thee! And may the best mod win Friday only for now. Friday 12th May 2017 Everton 2-0 Watford West Bromwich Albion 1-2 Chelsea
  13. Thank you for the kind words and thanks for giving your first forum post to this story. If your name indicates that you are a fan of lucha libre, you get double points ___ “I told you before, really, he’s the soul of discretion when he’s around me, and I haven’t heard anything different from anyone else.” Diana Moore was on the phone in her office, the door closed. After a successful home match – a rout, in fact – she had work to do, and she really didn’t want to be doing what she was doing. “You know the arrangement,” Stacy said. “All I need is one little slip and you all can have your revenge.” “Well, it’s not going to come from me, if that’s what you’re insinuating,” the Oxford United marketer replied. “Just leave off with that sort of talk.” “Don’t take it personally,” Stacy said. “I know your family doesn’t like him any better than mine does.” “Well, if you think I’m placing myself in a compromising position, just think again,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve work to do. Good night.” Moore hung up the phone with a heavy sigh and turned to the work on her computer. She was working on a social media schedule to promote fan buses to Northampton’s Sixfields Stadium for the midweek’s cup tie, and she knew that the way the team was playing, people would want to go. So, she had work to do. Presently, there came a tap on her door. “Come in,” she said, not looking up from her screen. “You’re going to wind up in hospital if you keep working these hours,” Eales said, stepping inside the office. “Well, money waits for no man, or no woman for that matter,” Moore smiled, now diverted from her work by the presence of the chairman. “And we appreciate that,” Eales said. “I just wanted to let you know that while we’re concerned for the team’s welfare, we’re also concerned for the staff, and you’re an important part of that.” At that, Moore smiled. “Thank you,” she replied, brushing a wisp of hair back onto her shoulders. “It’s always nice to be reminded, and I mean that sincerely.” “You’ve come a long way over the last few months, and I’ve heard that from everyone,” Eales said. “That’s not a knock on your performance prior to this, but the things we’re seeing are really top-drawer stuff.” “Well, if we really are going up a league next season, we’ll need to be ready from a marketing standpoint to take best advantage,” she said. “I have a plan together to present to the board for next month – barely missed this month, I’m afraid.” “No matter,” Eales said, “in due course we’ll have time to look at it. For now, though, well done.” With that, he was gone, down the hall to the manager’s office. Kyle was no less happy to see his boss, who had a message for him. “I’m pretty sure I overheard Diana talking with your wife on the phone a few minutes ago,” Eales said. “She was defending you pretty stoutly, and I thought you’d want to know.” Kyle shrugged. “Honestly, I can’t be arsed,” the manager replied, as Jenna looked on in a state of semi-shock. The chairman hadn’t seen Kyle’s daughter behind the door since he hadn’t fully entered the room. As he did, he reacted with a start. “Kyle, I’m sorry, I didn’t know your daughter was here,” he began. He gave Kyle a look of consternation. “Look, it’s all right,” Kyle responded. “Maybe this is something Jenna really needs to hear.” # # #
  14. Excellent start. Post at your own pace. This is all about your pacing and if you burn out, that isn't good.
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