Well, I did say that I’d take time to decide whether to spit my dummy out.
After a two-month hiatus from the highly infectious world of FM13 I’ve returned to find that I’m still stuck in the Conference North with Solihull Moors. I say ‘still’, like I’m such an expert of FM games that I normally get promoted at the end of every season I play. The truth is – as I have admitted a few times on this blog already – that I’m a distinctly average player of FM games. I’m no great tactician and I’m no strategist. I’m also no cheat, which means I don’t dip into the game’s editor function to make all my shite players amazing.
No – I’m average and I’m proud of it. Well, as proud as you can be about stuff like this.
So then, let’s recap: I’m Solihull Moors manager. I have played two seasons, finishing 7th then 4th. I just lost in the play-off final to Bradford PA and was feeling quite sore about it. My wage budget is awful and my squad is limited.
But just as I was preparing my CV for the Boston job in the Conference North (same shit, different colours) I took one more look at my squad, saw the likes of Connor Roberts-Nurse, Tommy Taylor and Ross Wilson (who I managed to get back on loan from Hereford for the entire 2014/15 season after scoring 20 goals last season) and I couldn’t turn my back on them.
So I started pre-season and was encouraged by our performance against Blackpool. We may have lost 1-0 but we more than matched the Championship side in terms of possession and shots on goal. We followed that up with a very solid 2-1 home win over Conference side Mansfield, and then won 5-0 at Gloucester. Draws at Nantwich (0-0) and home to League 1 Crawley (1-1) completed pre-season.
The board expects mid-table respectability and the media predicts a 9th placed finish. This is the squad I’ve built for my third season in charge:
And so, after all that pre-season encouragement I was destined to lose my first two matches of the season – away at Altrincham (0-1) and home to Tamworth (1-2). Incidentally, we managed 21 shots at goal against Altrincham, and another 17 against Tamworth, so grabbing just one goal out of all those chances led to my bizarre village cricket coaster (which features a picture of a ram, dressed in his cricket whites, playing a big shot) being thrown across the room.