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  1. Bell' Italia (FM 15)

    It's been a while, but I'm back. I'm playing FM 15, with "fake names" so I can create heroes--and villains--as I see fit. Prologue: 1983-2014 It was no wonder Dan craved stability. He had enjoyed precious little of it growing up. His father, Richard Harrod, was a businessman, and a successful one. In 1983, he was working in Perugia, a lovely old city in central Italy. There, he met a vivacious girl named Francesca. She lived in Assisi, only about a dozen miles away, and she fell in love with him almost at first sight. Richard left Italy that July. A month or so later, he got a phone call from Francesca. She was expecting their child in four months or so. Francesca was going to have her baby, and Richard didn't try to change her mind. On 1 December, she welcomed their baby boy into the world, and named him Daniele. Daniele's father had plenty of money, and he generously supported his child, sending checks to Francesca on a regular basis while he went on with his life in England. When the boy was seven years old, Francesca began dating a man named Roberto. At first, her new boyfriend seemed to like the lad. He enjoyed kicking a football around with him, and it was Roberto who first noticed the boy possessed some talent for the game. But, as his relationship with Daniele's mother deepened, Roberto's attitude toward the boy changed, and not for the better. Francesca, blinded by her love for Roberto, either didn't notice...or chose not to. Roberto and Francesca married in 1995, when Daniele was eleven. Six months later, Roberto hit his step-son for the first time. To her credit, when Francesca discovered the bruises on Daniele's face, she realized she had to protect her son, and she quickly contacted the boy's father. Years later, Francesca admitted she should have left Roberto, then and there. Had she done so, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to hit her, too. Richard quickly arranged to bring their son to safety in England. Richard had also married, and he and his wife had a five-year-old daughter. Now they also had a twelve-year-old son with a lot of adjustments to make. “Daniele Odorisi” became “Daniel Harrod,” and it was on the football pitch that the lad felt most comfortable in his new home. Dan's schoolboy coaches immediately noticed his almost total lack of pace. “He runs like an overweight, fifty-something pub league goalkeeper,” one of them observed. They also, however, noticed his ability to spray passes all over the park. Dan went to university, took a degree in history, and played a bit of football. He turned out for a variety of semiprofessional teams and acquitted himself well. A former teammate who had signed for Bishop's Stortford recommended him to his manager; Dan went there on a trial and was impressive enough to earn a contract. Between 2005 and 2011, he was a more-or-less regular presence in the first team at Woodside Park. Dan had never been happier. He retained his ability to carve a defense apart with one raking pass after another, even after a knee problem robbed him of what little pace he'd once had. The supporters loved him, and he did well enough to earn the opportunity to sign a one-year deal with Eastleigh. He made eleven appearances there, earned the title “professional footballer,” and earned another gig with Bishop's Stortford the next season. By now Dan was thirty. His knee was probably no worse, but it was also no better. He decided it was time to consider life away from the football pitch. But where would he pursue that life? He briefly considered asking his father to give him an opportunity with one of his companies (now plural). Dan had inherited both his father's charm and his mother's grace, and he could smile, shake hands, and banter well enough. But was that truly what he wanted? He decided it was not. It was a former teammate who first put the idea of returning to Italy into Dan's head. Tom Waite was a classic English center half, tall, strong, and hard as oak. His manner off the pitch was every bit as direct. “Did you like Italy?” he asked Dan over a pint one evening. Dan paused. This wasn't an easy question. “Mostly.” “Ever thought about going back?” Dan nodded. “I'm not sure what I'd do there.” “You're not sure what you'll do here either, mate.” Tom smiled when he said it, so Dan smiled back. “You have a point there.” “What city are you from again?” Tom asked. “Assisi.” Tom took the last swallow of ale from his glass. “Is there any reason why you can't go back?” Another pause, longer than the last one. “No. Not at all.” Dan knew his mother and Roberto had left Assisi years ago. They'd lived in Florence for a while, and then Roberto disappeared. Francesca hadn't seen him or heard from him since. She was in Verona now, living with her sister and working as a teacher's aide. Roberto had always hated Assisi, so Dan knew there was no chance he'd turn up there. That was a good thing, because Dan was afraid he'd end up in jail if Roberto crossed his path again. Within a month, Dan had sold, given away, or stored most of his possessions, and he was on his way to Assisi.
  2. Thank you, Dr. Hook. That answer is just what I needed. I can extend it logically to the other situations where there's a role that can be played at different strata, too.
  3. But they will take slightly different positions when defending?
  4. I've been puzzling over this question. If I understand correctly, the formation I choose for my tactic determines my team's defensive shape. So, if I pick 4-4-2, my midfielders and defenders will drop back into two blocks of four when the other team has the ball. What my team does offensively is, then, driven by roles and duties, and by player and team instructions that relate to attacking play...right? That's what I understand to be the case. That leads to my primary question. There are several roles that can be played by players who line up in different strata on my tactics screen. A Wing Back can play in the back line, or in the next level higher. I can have a Deep Lying Playmaker in the middle of my 4-4-2, or in the DM spot in a 4-1-2-3, etc. How much does the player's spot in my tactic affect his offensive play? In other words, will a Wing Back on Attack duty who's placed here, in a flat back four: behave in possession like a Wing Back on Attack Duty who is placed here? The description of the role on the tactics screen looks the same in both cases. And, if they behave similarly in possession, is the only difference between them going to be the position they establish when we're defending? I hope that makes sense. Thanks in advance.
  5. I'm having an issue with the Create-a-Club mode that I'm hoping someone will be able to help me with. I've been trying to create a team in the Conference North or South. I'm very careful to stay within the budget I'm given for creating my team. But, when I finish assembling it and the game begins, I see that I'm way, way over my wage budget. In other words, the player values are in line, but their wages aren't. I'd understand it if I were adding veteran stars whose values have fallen, but who would still be pulling in big wages. Instead, I'm trying to find good younger players, with a few veteran leaders mixed in. I can fix that with the editor, but I'd much rather sort it out the right way. Do any of you have any suggestions? Thanks in advance!
  6. [FM 17] The Romantic Road

    25 June 2016 The Hotel am Ring would be Chris’s temporary home in Nördlingen, while he secured a place to live. Apparently the hotel’s manager was a supporter of the club, and he was happy to offer Dennis Eugster a discounted rate on a room for the club’s new boss. Chris relaxed on the bed, sipping from a bottle of water, as he reflected on the events of his busy first day on the job. He’d not slept well the night before, but when the morning came, he’d felt surprisingly energized. The first person he met was his personal assistant, Marie Altenburger. Tall, blonde, and fit, Marie made an especially powerful first impression. Chris might have been tempted to flirt with her a bit, had a tall, muscular young man not arrived and presented her with a cup of coffee. Anna introduced him as Kurt Haas, her boyfriend. Kurt’s hand enveloped Chris’s when the two men shook hands, grasping the manager’s with the strength of a discus thrower—which, incidentally, Kurt happened to be. The morning was filled by meetings with Eugster and the back room staff, which had gone quite well. Chris had already met with the members of the existing back room team in May. He liked the assistant manager, an affable fellow called Carl Tuchel. Carl was about a year younger than Chris, and he seemed especially good with young players. Scout Christoph Schönfeld was decent, and Chris doubted he could find a better man for the wages the club was willing to pay. He’d already found a new Head of Youth Development. The incumbent’s lack of determination bothered Chris, so he brought in Tobias Escherich. He’d also found a new physiotherapist, Emma Galm. She impressed the manager with her knowledge, her adaptability, and her determination. She was also very pretty, with dark brown hair and green eyes. He wondered if his players would fabricate reasons to see the physio; he couldn’t blame them if they did. After lunch, he sat down with Carl and took a look at the roster. According to Carl, the team’s best players were veteran goalkeeper Markus Henkel and young left back Oliver Aevermann. These two were the only squad members on a part-time contract; the others were non-contract players. Nördlingen were a semi-professional club, but barely. Center back Djuro Galic and a pair of strikers, Adnan Halilovic and Salko Rizvanovic, were also among the squad’s more talented players. Their personal histories reflected the increasingly cosmopolitan nature of German society. All three lads had been born in Nördlingen, while their parents had come from the former Yugoslavia. Galic’s family was Serbian, while Halilovic’s and Rizvanovic’s were Bosnian. Rizvanovic spoke seven languages. Chris, who was fluent in four, felt almost provincial in comparison. On the other hand, the squad was almost pathetically weak in the central midfield, a deficiency Chris resolved to fix as soon as possible. Eugster told him there was about €750/week available in the wage budget, but there were no funds available for transfers. Chris would have to go bargain-hunting. Chris’s hiring was met with a mixed reaction on social media, with supporters praising and criticizing the decision in almost equal numbers. Marie, whose duties including managing the team’s online presence, was encouraged by this. “Some of the supporters can be very fickle,” she pointed out. “Nothing, and nobody, is good enough for them. It really annoyed the last manager.” “I think my skin’s a bit thicker than that,” Chris replied. “At least I hope it is.” Tomorrow, Chris would supervise his first training session at Gerd Müller-Stadion, the grounds the club had proudly named for its local icon. He’d scheduled a friendly between the senior team and the youth squads. Once he saw the players in action, he would have a much better sense of what lay ahead. He didn’t figure he’d sleep much tonight, either.
  7. [FM 17] The Romantic Road

    Let's try this again, shall we? FM 17, with an edited database that includes seven levels of German football. “Where are you from?” For many people, this is an easy question to answer. They might name the city or region where they were born, or where they live now. They may simply identify their nation, whether it’s their birthplace or another nation they’ve chosen as their own. For Christoph Lehrer, the question was both difficult and somewhat un-nerving. Chris was the son of a German father who worked for the Federal Foreign Office. When Rudolf Lehrer was attached to the German consulate in Liechtenstein, he met a vivacious young woman called Emma Frommelt. They fell in love, and within two years they were married. Christoph was their second child, and their only son; another two daughters followed. Rudolf Lehrer was extremely good at his job. A Foreign Service officer who is good at his job might find himself rotated from post to post, and this is exactly what happened to Rudolf. By the time Chris was fourteen, he’d lived in Germany, Belgium, Finland, Ireland, and England. In a life that otherwise lacked continuity, Chris turned to football to provide himself with something resembling stability. Perhaps that’s why he was most comfortable as a defensive midfielder, a stabilizing anchor in front of his team’s back line. Chris’s talent for football came naturally; Rudolf had been a promising youth player, and two of Emma's brothers had played semi-professionally. Her third brother, Tom--the best of the lot--had eight Liechtenstein caps to his credit. Chris signed schoolboy forms with Coventry, where his father was posted to the German consulate. He spent the next five years there, which was the longest period he’d ever stayed in one place. Then, his odyssey resumed. In fairly rapid succession, Chris turned out for Altrincham, Macclesfield, and Bath, and he found gigs north of the Scottish border with Alloa and Montrose. By the time Chris reached his late twenties, his game was no longer vibrant enough for League football. He spent one year with Rugby Town and one with Bishop Auckland, and then the desire to lace up his boots was gone. Now what? Football was all Chris knew well. He was intelligent enough, but he was earning money from football in his late teens, so he’d never pursued a university degree. He knew no trade besides the one he plied on pitches across Britain. Fortunately the idea of coaching and managing appealed to him, because he lacked any other prospects for making a decent living. One thing bothered Chris about the next stage in his journey. He was tired of moving from place to place. He dreaded the thought of taking a coaching job here, moving for a better opportunity there, and repeating the process, again and again. He’d had enough of that, and he believed it had cost him dearly. Like his father, Chris met a local girl and fell in love as he was establishing himself in the earliest days of his career. Jane was from Bath, and while she wasn’t thrilled about leaving her home town when Chris signed with Alloa, the life of a footballer’s wife still had its appeal. That excitement faded when she realized that her husband’s career was stagnating; that a move from the Scottish fourth division to English non-League football wasn’t one that was likely to propel him to wealth and fame. When Chris signed with Rugby, Jane went home to Bath. The couple had no children, and from a legal standpoint, the divorce was tidy. Emotionally? For Chris, at least, not so much. The end of his marriage hit him hard. Only his closest friends knew how deeply he blamed himself for its demise; how firmly he believed that if he had been able to establish some permanence in his career, he would have kept Jane’s love. No wonder Chris wanted to put down some roots—somewhere—and quickly. His football connections were best in England, so he tried there first. He soon learned that most English clubs were unwilling to offer a man with no coaching experience a chance to step in as manager. He was almost resigned to the fact he’d have to begin as a supporting member of some club’s back room staff when he learned of an opening—in the country of his father’s birth. The Bavarian town of Nördlingen was the birthplace of legendary striker Gerd Müller. It was also home to a semiprofessional club in the Landesliga Bayern Südwest, at the sixth level of German football. Their chairman, Dennis Eugster, had a former teammate who was on the coaching staff at Bishop Auckland when Chris was playing there. Eugster was ready to take his club in a new direction. The idea of hiring an unproven manager with a different footballing background appealed to him. Chris’s former coach put him in touch with Eugster, and the chairman gave Chris a call. Two weeks later, Chris was on his way to Bavaria for an interview. Chris was nervous, but as it turned out, he had no reason to be. Eugster had done his homework, and he’d decided Chris was the man he wanted. For €900/week, Eugster got his man. Nördlingen was located on a route called the Romantic Road, a scenic path that led through the beautiful Bavarian landscape. Romances typically have happy endings, even if the plot twists and turns before the story ends. Chris Lehrer’s life had certainly followed a serpentine path. As he prepared to begin his new career, he hoped he’d be able to write a happier ending, too.
  8. I'm using the Create-a-Club feature with FM Touch. My created club plays in the Conference North. I was careful to stay well within my squad budget as I assembled my team. I also paid attention to the wages the players were earning, hoping that would be a guide to what they'd be earning on my club. Once I finished and the game began, I could see my wage bill was over double my budget. One player, a goalkeeper, is on £3600/week; he was making one tenth that much with his "real" club. A player I'd tapped as a versatile reserve is pulling in £1,600/week. Is there any way for me to fix this? If I were using the full version, I'd simply use the editor to either (a) release the expensive guys or (b) adjust their salaries. Any help you could offer would be greatly appreciated.
  9. [WIP] E22 - England to Level 22

    I enjoyed this database for FM16, and I'm glad to see you've updated it for this version, too. I've had fun managing several smaller English teams in the past--Wantage, Bishop Auckland, Diss Town, Rugby, Kendal. The "worst" thing about a database like this one is deciding where to begin my career! Thanks for your good work, Dan. Cheers!
  10. I love managing small Scottish teams, so I was very glad to see this file ready to upload! I'm not sure where I'll begin. I had fun managing Strathspey Thistle on FM13, so that's a possibility. I also might give Vale of Leithen a go. Then, when the fantasy pyramid is ready, I might be off to the Islands. Any way I decide to go, I think I'll have a good time. Thanks for your work, Morrissey. Cheers!
  11. Thanks for the heads-up! I'm downloading as I speak.
  12. I'm having the same problem. I bought the game via Steam on Sunday evening, USA time.
  13. FMS Awards 2016 (Story of the Year Preliminary Round Voting)

    Sent and claimed, right under the wire. Thanks, Mark.
  14. "You'll make us all proud."

    Thanks, 10-3. It's good to be back. 8 August 2013 Charlie had been at Vale long enough to run a rule over the squad, and what he saw was a very typical amateur club. Both of the incumbent goalkeepers could do a few things decently, and both also had real holes in their game. Charlie wasn't comfortable with either of them as his first choice, so he brought in Ruaridh French, who was willing to move down from Aberdeen in order to grasp the number one shirt he couldn't get at Lads Club. Ruaridh was big and athletic, with good hands, and he had the mental toughness Charlie liked to see in the man between the posts. A former defender himself, Charlie wanted to create a team that was solid in the back. There were only five natural defenders in the team, and Charlie wanted to bring in some reinforcement sooner rather than later. The center halves at his disposal had either size or pace, but not both. Darian Cameron, who fit the latter description, had established himself as the surest bet for a starting role. Two big lads, Michael McKenna and Rhys Millar, would compete for the spot beside Cameron. McKenna's ability to make simple passes out of defense--a crucial component of the style Charlie wanted to play--gave him a slight edge. Industrious James Maxwell was the right back. He had an almost complete aversion to moving forward, perhaps because he knew he lacked the speed to race back quickly if the opponent countered. George Milne, a teenager with impressive size and strength and even less pace than Maxwell, would probably start at left back, even though Charlie wished he could let the lad develop in a reserve role for now. The new manager wanted to completely refurbish the team's midfield. He wanted to play a simple 4-4-2, but only one of the midfielders he inherited seemed ready to be a regular starter. That player was the club captain, Connor McWhirter. Connor was best suited to play directly in front of the defense in a holding role. He wasn't fast, but his positioning was good enough to compensate and he gave his all for his team the way a captain should. The best choice on the left wing was vice captain Steven Davidson, who had pace and athleticism on his side--but he shied away from the tackle and couldn't pass at all. Paul Murphy was just as fast as Davidson, but was very rough technically; it turned out he was fairly new to football, having concentrated on athletics as a schoolboy. Sean Hay, another wide man, impressed his manager with some well-placed crosses in training, but that alone wasn't enough to earn him a spot in the first eleven. Fortunately, Charlie was able to persuade two players to relocate and join the club. Chris Morrison came over from Chirnside, while Ryan Anthony arrived from Blackburn. Morrison stood 6'5", weighed nearly 15 stone, and played with a hard edge. He was more than a destroyer, however, because his deceptively good technique allowed him to play a more creative role. Anthony was an even more exciting acquisition. His positioning could use some work, but otherwise he was a very well-rounded player for this level. Both Chris and Ryan fit best in the middle of the park, but Charlie thought Chris could be trained to play on the wing. Within a few days of the new manager's arrival, he had to say goodbye to forward Tommy Thomson, who signed for Arniston of Lowland Alliance Three. The bigger club could pay Tommy £55/week, so Charlie could hardly blame the striker for moving on. With the help of his scout, an affable fellow called Kris Wood, Charlie brought in two new forwards. Jamie Gibson impressed the Vale staff with his pace and his ability to create excitement in the box. He was willing to move from East Kilbride, his home town, because he'd just broken up with his girlfriend and wanted a fresh start. Such was the reasoning of the amateur footballer, whose movement from club to club was often driven by everything other than what happened on the pitch. The other new man, Derek Kelly, formerly with Blairgowrie, was an old-fashioned, strapping center forward who was good in the air and strong on the ball. O'Callahan thought he'd pair well with Gibson, Jamie dropping a bit deeper while Derek played on the shoulder of the last defender. Their arrival would probably force Jamie Lindsay to the bench, although Lindsay's pace, composure, and lethal left foot would earn him some playing time. Not surprisingly, other teams began to flirt with Lindsay, and Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd remain. Two days remained before the Strathclyde Combination season kicked off, and Charlie had to admit he was unsure about his club's prospects. "The media seem to like us," he pointed out. "They've made us second favorites. Between us, that might look a bit ambitious right now. We have to discover how well the new men will fit in. They're talented, but we're taking a while to get on the same page." Charlie still wanted to find a defender or two to fill out the squad, and he wasn't completely satisfied with either wide midfielder. A few more pages might have to be turned before all the Vale of Leithen players found themselves at the same place.
  15. "You'll make us all proud."

    2 July 2013 Once he'd made up his mind, Charlie pursued with determination the task of finding a job in football. He'd earned his coaching badges already, and he was willing to relocate--even for a job that paid little or nothing. And relocate he did, traveling about four hours north, across the Scottish border, to take the reins of one of the oldest football clubs in Britain. The area between Loch Lomond and the River Clyde is known as the Vale of Leven. The football club that took its name from the region was founded in 1873 in the town of Alexandria, and had once been one of Scotland's proudest clubs. Now, Vale played in the eighth level of Scottish football, in the Strathclyde Amateur Combination. Their chairman, an affable gent called Craig Allan, decided he had nothing to lose and offered Charlie the chance to manage the club. "Some of the old timers might not take to well to a manager who's not a Scot," Craig told him, and he was at least half-serious. "I'm Scottish on my mum's side," Charlie replied. "Win a trophy or two, and nobody will mind too much." Then it was time for Charlie to find a place to live and, hopefully, something to do with his time when he wasn't at the grounds. The players trained only two days a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Again, Craig Allan turned out to be very helpful. He arranged an interview for Charlie for a part-time position at a tourist information centre across the Clyde in Balloch. Craig also knew of a couple in their seventies, the Buchanans, who had an apartment in their spacious old house in Alexandria where Charlie could live. John Buchanan refused to take any money from Charlie, insisting that the assistance Charlie could give him and his wife, Eliza, would be fair compensation. Besides, John and Eliza enjoyed Charlie's company, and he theirs. Vale of Leven played and trained at Millburn Park, which was close enough to the Buchanans' home for Charlie to ride his bicycle there if he so chose. He arrived there shortly after 10 am on his first day, much of which he spent with his assistant manager, Willie Stevenson, and the club's head of youth development, Andrew Quinn. The three of them discussed the state of the team, which needed shoring up in only a few spots. "We could use a better goalkeeper, and we're thin in the central midfield," Willie pointed out, an assessment Charlie agreed with. His right-hand man seemed to have a decent eye for talent, and he ran a fairly tight ship as far as discipline was concerned. Vale of Leven's first league match was a little over a month away, and there was much do to.
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