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  1. Hi I got relegated out of Serie C/C with Messina and instantly sacked. Fair enough. But they then re-approached me and offered me my job back? WTF? Game is uploaded as Andre Bogmaerker - Messina (Releg) I tried reloading and losing again and it happened again.
  2. Hi, I don't have a save for this, but I have noticed that when I customise my sidebar (moving Medical centre as far away as possible), the next time I look (usually weeks later) it has reset
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    The FM-ghetto Gospels

    Mumbu sad
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    [FM19] A Jewel From Edina

    Short for Inverness C**T after that result Good luck, man
  5. 28th April 2018 "Ah, Jacques. Come in" "We have a match today and I need to be with the players" "I'll make it brief. We, the board, gave you around €50,000 for new players. In January, you withdrew this money and paid an agent, Mr Snrub half of it, as a commision for a player. We've checked. We don't HAVE any new signings. What is going on??" "Ahh, that. Well, it's very simple, it was an accounting error. The money is just resting in my account. It'll be paid back in full on Monday, when the banks open" "Make sure it is" 28th April 2018 - 2300 -ring ring- "Pick up.." -ring ring- "Come on, pick up" -ring ring- "Christ's sake, pick up" -click- "Hello?" "Hakan, it's me, Jacques" "I'm hanging up" "NO! WAIT! I'm in the sh*t here. I embezzled €50k from the Voltigeurs accounts and now they want it back! I only have half left" "You stupid oaf. What about covering your tracks??" "I..." "Get out of the city. Lie low somehow. SELL THAT FU*KING CAR OF YOURS. I'll have a package waiting for you at the Allee Bauchant post office in 3 days Name of 'Oaf'. Now go." -click- Jacques looked out of the window. Yeah, a pink Rolls Royce was a bit conspicious... 30th April 2018 - 0300, A quiet rest stop on the A11 just outside Angers Jacques pulled up next to a sleek black Porsche Cayman. The door opened and he exited his own vehicle and hopped into this one. "You only want €20k for this?" "Yeah, I need a quick sale!" "What's wrong with it?" asked the prospective buyer, eyes hidden behind huge sunglasses "Nothing. It's just...conspicous, and I can't have that right now." "So why did you buy it in the first place?" Jacques had no answer "I'll take it. But, I've decided not to pay for it. Get out, sweetie" Before Jacques could react, two guns were aimed at his forehead from the two burly minders sat either side of the buyer. Perfect end to a perfect week, he thought, as he slowly exited the vehicle. Both cars turned round and sped off, leaving him choking in a blast of exhaust fumes and dust. What a way to lose it. Being robbed by France's biggest transgender pop star...
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    [Italy] (Official) League Specific Issues

    Just adding my voice to this
  7. Game is uploaded as 'Andre Bogmaerker - Messina'
  8. My (very) local team! Come on the Cards!
  9. Of course. Same as last time. Just start in Serie D
  10. "Urrghh....." He lifted his head groggily from the wooden table, his saliva forming a tight seal between cheek and wood, which made an unpleasant sucking noise as it was forcibily parted. "What..?" He looked around. Sunlight was beaming into what appeared to be a homely little kitchen. And also directly into his eyes. "Jesus..", he scrabbled on the table and his hand closed over something that felt like sunglasses. He put them on and the world fell into blessed shade. His head felt like both Donald Trump and Kim Jong Il had declared war on it and fired their entire stack of nukes, timed to land perfectly when he opened his eyes.. As his eyes gradually came into focus, he noticed an empty bottle on the table. "Galiano? You bastard.." What was he even THINKING, drinking that? He raised his hand rub his bald head, an automatic reaction that was barely noticed. What wasn't barely noticed was the fact that 1) his hand was covered in gauze, the rough feel of the cotton scraping and abrasive against his luxurious ha..2) he had hair. What the actual hell?? He leapt up in panic, wondering what happened to him. His legs then buckled and he fell to the floor as the second wave of the Axis of Orange's hangover missiles struck home and detonated. "F**king why?!?!" he wondered aloud, sobbing.. He pushed himself up onto all fours, panting. Both hands were covered in gauze. What had happened? Had he become a drunken burns victim? WHAT? Ignoring the pain as he rose, he unsteadily got to his feet. Bad move. A stomach contents worth of Galiano made an exit onto the stone-tiled floor. "F**k" he spat. Urgh, and now it was all over the bandages covering his fac...his face. He bolted for the toilet. Only to realise, he had no idea where the toilet was. Tears came to his eyes. He didn't know if it was the situation or the stench of vomit on the bandages that was causing it. Suddenly, he felt a vibration on his leg and strains of 'Inno di Mameli' filled his ears. The Italian national anthem? But, what? He fumbled the phone out of his pocket, but couldn't answer the call, the gauze preventing the touchscreen from activating. The unknown number kept ringing and ringing. In frustration, he yelled "I just want to answer the f*cking phone, Jesus". With that, the phone answered in it's reassuring robotic voice "Answering Call. Speaker." "Hello?", a gruff voice thundered out of the phone. What was that voice? He knew that voice. He dredged up a memory from the shards of glass that made up his brain currently.. "Hakan?.." "Of course it's me, you oaf" he thundered "What..I mean, why, I mean, what is this??" Panic mixed with some relief in his voice "I knew you'd drink the whole bottle. I mean, I left it for a celebatory drink, but I bet you've drunk it all. And I'm guessing you've chucked your guts up and are getting weepy that you have no idea what's going on" "What? No, no, not at all.." "The bathroom is on the first door on the left. I'll call back in an hour" and with that, Hakan hung up He opened the bathroom door. As the neon light flared and caused him to blink, he saw a pair of long-bladed scissors, some painkillers and a glass of water next to the wash basin. Fu*king Hakan, he already set this up. He set to work, cutting the gauze on his hands, and then the stinking bandages on his face before throwing the whole mess in the bin. Before he looked in the mirror, however, he dumped the painkillers into the glass and drank deeply. Codeine, he mused, that'll help. His eyes travelled up to the mirror. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH" He screamed. WHO THE F**K WAS THAT STARING AT HIM?? And as if that was the sign his brain needed, his memories began to flood back...
  11. SAVING FOOTBALL 2 *Voiceover* "...Back in the mists of time, in 2015, a man by name of Hakan ran a small, exclusive coaching academy in the South of France. Before his glory days (see @ManUtd1's excellent thread), he was nothing more than the head of the Académie des Fraudes. He had a few disciples, men who had travelled far and wide to learn the ween ways. Eventually, he could teach them nothing more and abandoned them as he set out to make his fortune. Those pupils gathered around and realised they could outdo the master in following the Youth Only philosophy. They made their way out, under cover of night, and set about conquering France from the inside..." However, one year on and things looked very different. Hakan himself had set up a satellite academy in the rich and verdant Tuscan hills. Learning from his previous failures, he no longer decreed that Youth Only would be his calling card, only the starting in Serie D.. And his French proteges? Well, they were a completely different kettle of fish...