tenthreeleader

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    25-time FMS Award winner / Rob Ridgway's doppleganger

About Me

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    FMS Hall of Fame Class of 2012

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    "Malone Again, Naturally" - 2015 FMS Story of the Year

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    Rangers, MUFC, Reading

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    Oxford United

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  1. Saturday 27th August 2016 Tottenham 2-1 Liverpool Chelsea 2-0 Burnley Crystal Palace 0-1 Bournemouth Everton 2-0 Stoke Leicester 1-0 Swansea Southampton 1-1 Sunderland Watford 1-2 Arsenal Hull 0-3 Man Utd Sunday 28th August 2016 West Brom 1-1 Middlesbrough Man City 3-1 West Ham
  2. This is fine here. Enjoy and we'll look forward to seeing how your experiment gets on.
  3. 8th September 2015 – Sky Bet League Two Match Day #1 Oxford United v Accrington Stanley The Kassam Stadium, Oxford Referee: Andy Davies The weather was very breezy and unusually warm for the second week of September as Kyle and Stacy rose from bed on the day of the opening match. Stacy had not seen her husband’s team play since the last month of the 2013-14 season at Torquay, and if she was truly honest about it, she would have told Kyle that she didn’t much like watching him at that point in his life. Or hers. Obviously, she had never seen Oxford United play before and naturally not under Kyle’s management so as the two prepared to leave for the ground, there was quite an odd feeling in the Cain household. Jenna was off watching Oxford City, hoping to get a look at Miles, who had made the substitutes’ bench that day and was on the cusp of making his professional debut. He had done well under the City coaching staff – better than he had done under Kyle, with the obvious reason being less interaction with Miss Cain while he was training across town. Kyle had arranged for tutoring for Jenna in relation to her condition and the desire to avoid the inevitable comments that would arise regarding a teen mother-to-be in a school setting. But none of that mattered at that very moment, as Stacy sat in the seat Allison had been the last woman to occupy in the front of Kyle’s Vauxhall. That wasn’t lost on Kyle, who at that moment was thinking of Allison rather than his wife. He hadn’t answered the text. He had wanted to, partly out of spite for Stacy and partly out of concern for Allison. One of those reasons was more wrong than the other, and he knew it, but had managed to curb his desire to respond and, in a rare moment of emotional self-control, managed to stick by his decision. That didn’t mean he had to like it. But Kyle was doing what he felt he had to do. His first XI of the new season was written on the white board at the front of the room before the team arrived. With that, Kyle retreated into his office to await events while Stacy went to the directors’ box to meet the board. He hoped it wouldn’t be a disaster. Oxford United: Ashdown: Grandison, Dunkley, Wright (captain), Skarz, Willock, MacDonald, Ashby, O’Dowda, Hoskins, Gnanduillet. Subs: Clarke, Whing, Meades, Richards, Rothwell, Hylton, Hoban. The bigger news of the day came when Fazackerley entered Kyle’s office and sat opposite him at the desk. “Kyle, I just want you to know I’ve decided to retire at the end of the season,” he said. Nothing like getting right to the point. While Kyle was absorbing that news, he also knew he couldn’t blame his deputy. About to turn 64 years of age in November and having spent 46 of those years in the game since breaking in with Blackburn Rovers in 1969, Fazackerley had been in the game longer than Kyle had been alive. He deserved his day in the sun. “Well, I will do everything in my power to make sure you go out a winner,” Kyle said, extending his hand. The two shook hands. “You’ve taught me a lot,” Kyle said, and Fazackerley simply smiled. “Very little you didn’t have in you from the beginning,” the silver-haired man said with the easy smile that Kyle had grown to trust in his time in charge. “You just didn’t see it. Now that you’ve had some success you can put those things to good use and help get this club promoted as a goodbye gift to me.” The conversation was between two men who had seen a lot in the game – but one had seen much more than the other. Yet he accepted his junior status with good grace and a genuine desire to help his boss succeed. Kyle admired that trait in his assistant. There was a lot to admire about Derek Fazackerley and as the two headed out for the first team talk of the new season, Kyle didn’t fail to remember it. “Derek, why don’t you take the team talk?” he offered, and the assistant looked at the manager. “That should be your prerogative, Kyle,” he said, but Kyle simply smiled. “Tell them,” Kyle said, and stood to one side. Fazackerley then told the team of his intentions, and when he was done, the manager stood at the front of the room. “Make this man’s last season a winning one,” Kyle said simply. “It starts today.” It took just over a minute for Jake Wright to have the ball at his feet and the goal at his mercy, but he fired into Owen Wheeler’s body instead and the Accrington keeper made the first big save of the season. Oxford immediately regained possession only to see MacDonald ring the right goalpost from ten yards, which made Kyle wonder about being snakebit. But the rebound fell to O’Dowda, and the winger wheeled and crossed back across the box, where the ball rolled kindly to Jermaine Grandison, with the debutant smashing home from eighteen yards with 92 seconds on the clock. The Kassam Stadium crowd roared like it was packed to the gills even though it was slightly over half full for the opening match. Grandison had showed his worth almost immediately, with the former Shrewsbury man showing his pleasure at scoring for his new team. But then Wright got himself booked by referee Andy Davies three minutes into the game – and just after the quarter hour, Accrington was on the penalty spot as O’Dowda was judged to have impeded defender Rob Atkinson in the box. Up stepped former Ranger Kal Naismith to take the penalty – and Ashdown saved it, diving full length to his left to get a strong hand on the ball. The predictably huge lift to the home team lasted for about twenty minutes, and before it had ended, O’Dowda had made amends by scoring his first goal of the season, taking a great little lead ball from Ashby on his right, cutting around defender Seamus Conneely and ripping a rising drive past Wheeler just after the half hour. That was wonderful. Ashby limping off two minutes before the break to be replaced by Rothwell was not. The kid had been a revelation in preseason training, and looked ready to claim Maddison’s old role for his own. But now he needed assistance to leave the field after a collision with Accrington skipper Luke Joyce. Still, two goals up at halftime was good for Kyle and he told the team so, before sending them back out for the second half. Once there, it was matter of keeping shape, staying compact and holding Stanley to shots from distance which was not terribly difficult to do. Like a beaten race horse, Stanley faded quickly in the second half but there was another debutant who had work to do, and six minutes from time he did it. Gnanduillet did the honors, on one of the simplest of plays. Ashdown came out about 35 yards to take a free kick after an offside, and his booming effort up field found Hoskins in space inside the Accrington penalty area. He squared into the six-yard box and Gnanduillet became the second Oxford new boy to score in his first game. But there was difficult news even in the second half, as Hoskins and MacDonald both took hard knocks from an aggrieved Accrington back line – making both men doubtful for the League Cup trip to Watford at midweek – an impossible mission perhaps, under the best of circumstances. Oxford United 3 (Grandison 2, O’Dowda 31, Gnanduillet 84) Accrington Stanley 0 (Kal Naismith m/p 16) H/T: 2-0 A – 6,418, The Kassam Stadium, Oxford Man of the Match: Jermaine Grandison, Oxford (MR 9.0) # # #
  4. Welcome back! Glad to have you posting again.
  5. Please shoot me a PM with this, Mark. I'll be happy to help.
  6. Votes sent to Mr. Wilson and claimed. A note here, to encourage voting: the rules of our competition state that you can't win an award if you don't vote. Soooooo.......
  7. Friday 19th August 2016 Man Utd 2-0 Southampton Saturday 20th August 2016 Stoke 1-1 Man City Burnley 1-3 Liverpool Swansea 1-1 Hull Tottenham 2-0 Crystal Palace Watford 0-2 Chelsea West Brom 1-1 Everton Leicester 2-2 Arsenal Sunday 21st August 2016 Sunderland 1-0 Middlesbrough West Ham 2-1 Bournemouth
  8. Oh. So you did
  9. If you sent it by PM, I didn't get it. But I will surely take your word for it!
  10. Dick listed his idol in the game as Chuck Blazer, but derided him in the press when the 400-pound impresario was finally caught by the FBI as a guy “who just didn’t try hard enough.” That didn’t endear Dick to a lot of fans, but the one thing that nobody could deny was that he knew how to get to the top. Not necessarily win, mind you, but he sure knew how to get to the top. The winning was largely in his own mind. His playing days had been ones where he simply took what he wanted when the referees’ backs were turned. His venture into management had been rife with referee intimidation, complaints about matches being rigged and all manner of conspiracy theories. Yet as bad as that was, he thought his arch-rival for the position had been every bit as bad. Paula Parkinson, who wags referred to instead as Pansy, was careless with team secrets. Before a World Cup qualifier against Guatemala, the first female manager in the history of United States soccer had sent her team sheet to staff via an unsecure server, and it was read almost immediately by Russian hackers. Moments later, it was in the hands of America’s opponents, and after a brief Congressional investigation swept everything under the rug, a change was made at the helm. Most observers said the change didn’t make any difference – it was an exchange of one bad apple for another – but to Dick, it was opportunity come calling. For their part, the players simply tried to ignore what was going on around them. Dick was wildly unpopular in the Pacific Northwest, where teams like Seattle and Portland plied their trades in MLS. But he made up for it by being equally unpopular in the Southeast, West, and on the East Coast. In fact, very few people could fathom why he had been hired in the first place. Save for a few very ardent supporters, to whom Dick Tater could simply say “jump”. These people were called Tater Tots. Dick’s first day on the job, in January saw two pieces of news. The first FIFA world rankings of his tenure saw the United States ranked #22 in the world, rather stunningly one place ahead of France and only a single place behind reigning Copa America champion Chile. That was the first piece of news. The second was that goalkeeper Brad Guzan claimed British citizenship, evidently in protest after Dick’s appointment. There was a way to fix that. “Brad Guzan is too good for us,” Dick posted that night on his wildly popular Twitter feed. “Very sad!” # # #
  11. Thanks so much for the help! I will try it and see how it goes!
  12. Okay, lads ... you asked for it. ___ The manager looked around his new office. “Not big enough,” he said, shaking his head firmly from side to side. “Not big enough for a talent like I’ve got.” His name was Richard. He had cut his teeth in the management game in the American lower leagues but his biggest detractors – and brother, he had them – said he had had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Or rather, a golden one. He was uncouth. A loudmouth, in fact. He liked most anyone wearing a skirt with a high voice. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. And what he wanted now was to win. But then, he had always wanted to do that. His introductory news conference had been, in the words of the press, “a complete s**tshow”, which was the way he liked it. His idea was to take the pressure off his players by placing the spotlight on himself. That was where he wanted it. Those foreign managers had all done it. Ferguson, Mourinho, that French guy who was running Real Madrid now, how the hell did that happen? And don’t even get him started on the Mexicans. He had an idea for how to deal with them when the time was right. If only he could figure out a way to play them in a home match without them having to actually enter the country – they might try to stay, after all – and he couldn’t have that. His task was great. Too great, perhaps, to bear thinking about for an ordinary man. But Richard “Dick” Tater was no ordinary fellow. His job: to make the United States National Team great again. So to speak. "Not a big enough office," he repeated. "Because I'm going to hire the best people." Author’s Notes: FM 15, USA and Mexican leagues loaded, all current international players from all FIFA major regions loaded in special database. Hold on to your hats. Dick Tater is the most politically incorrect manager since … well … you know. Oh ... and any references to politicians living, dead or merely idiotic is purely coincidental and utterly satirical. So put down the pitchforks.
  13. Would love to know what you find out. I have my old laptop which I can still use to play FM08 but don't know how long that will last. If there is any way to play that save again on Windows 10, let me know. And yeah ... I do miss the Ridgways even if the old-timers on the forum might not I had the next season's story arcs outlined too. And still do.
  14. Well, here goes nothing ... Game Week 1: Saturday 13th August 2016 Hull 0-3 Leicester Burnley 1-1 Swansea Crystal Palace 1-1 West Brom Everton 1-2 Tottenham Middlesbrough 1-1 Stoke Southampton 2-0 Watford Man City 3-0 Sunderland Sunday 14th August 2016 Bournemouth 0-2 Man Utd Arsenal 2-2 Liverpool Monday 15th August 2016 Chelsea 2-0 West Ham
  15. I did try the compatibility mode. It didn't work. Brought the issue up in the mods area and was told to basically give it up. Which is annoying, but surely understandable.