habeasdorkus posted:

You were at the Costa Rica snow game? awesome!

Giovanni_Sinclair posted:

It looked so much fun on TV, how did the away fans like the snow?

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I was surprised at how fast some of the players were, but their technical skills are worrisome. It's like a team of Theo Walcotts. It's certainly true that speed kills, though.

Insertnamehere31 posted:

That is awesome and should replace "U-S-A U-S-A" as the standard american chant.

Geoff Peterson posted:

As someone with a little knowledge on the general topic: This happens with sports far, far more often than you'd think. I've never heard of someone coming across Fantasy Football, but it's bound to happen too.

Trundel posted:

I've got a coupon as well for anyone interested.

Tetrakarn posted:

I would love a coupon. http://steamcommunity(dot)com/id/Tetrakarn

Tetrakarn posted:

Recieved coupon from JJ, A++ would steal excess coupons again.

Sent an unsolicited gift in return. Thanks a bunch!

JT Jag posted:

Seconded. You've done great things for us, Scott, but you're not hot poo poo yet.

habeasdorkus posted:

Well, left wing to start. Without Mujkic we have only Mejasic, Petts, and a youth player (Argenti) ready to step into his positions at mid and attacking left. Left back too. And really, all of our positions except for striker and attacking central midfielder could be improved. We have players who will, after they develop, be very good at most spots. But they're all young and so aren't at their full potential yet.

SnafuAl posted:

A familiar sight, the boss man at his desk,
The God-King of Wrexham now facing a test;
A knocking sounds out, another young protégé
No doubt here to complain of how little they play
Despite knowing full well they are not first-team-ready...
Brown's knuckles turn white, but he must remain steady.
After all, this nonsense has happened before
And, cursing his choice to keep an open door,
“Come in” he says, and looks up to see
Which ungrateful prick is the new complainee;
The door creaks slowly open, one young man enters in,
The boss relaxes, his grimace morphs to a good-natured grin,
He kicks back and rests his feet up on the table:
“What can I do for you
Rocky Bastable?”

“This doesn't have to go outside of this office”,
The lad starts his practiced speech, seeming uncertain of this,
“But I've done all I can in this corner of Wales,
So I want to be sold in the January Sales.”
His nerve seems to crack, the words come out in a tumble,
The boss's grin falters at this half-expected grumble.
Regaining composure, he sits up and reassures:
“Believe me, my boy, my ambitions match yours,
I want you to face the very best in the game
To bask in the glory, crowds chanting your name,
To collect all of the silverware, every last bit,
I just want to see you do it in that red Dragons kit.
To help you to achieve I'll do all that I'm able,
But you're staying at Wrexham,
Rocky Bastable.”

The young man is shocked at the total denial,
But he stops, breathes in deeply, and holds back the bile.
“I appreciate what you're saying, boss, don't get me wrong,
But to put it quite plainly, I can't wait that long.
And everyone knows that only this winter,
You've turned away Napoli, and twice denied Inter!
And as if this news wasn't already momentous,
There's talk that I've caught the eyes of Juventus.
I get that you want me here, but I want to go far,
And I'd be much better suited to playing in Serie A.
Why are you being such a damned oval office about this?”
The boss interrupted, slammed his desk with his fist,
Stood up from his seat, and with a voice calm and stable,
Said “Now sit the gently caress down.”
To Rocky Bastable.

“I've heard what you've said,” he began, voice laden with doom,
“Something's made you unhappy, or so I assume.
But I thought I made it clear that if that were the case,
You should have the loving balls to say as much to my face.
So what is it, boy, what has your head craning
To make eyes at those bastards in the Mediterranean?
Is the training too hard? Or is it my failure
To give you free reign to gently caress off to play for Australia?
Is that it, you bastard? Do you think I'm short-sighted
For keeping you here to play Man-loving-United
While your country fucks about in some no-name competition?
You dare come in here and lecture me about ambition?
I've seen future stars before, boy, and you deserve that label
But there's some poo poo that needs set straight here,
Rocky Bastable.”

“While it's true, you have the talents to one day be a star,
Need I remind you I signed you from a club in loving Qatar?
I plucked you from the desert, brought you here to grow and feed
In the fertile soccer soil of the drat Premier League
And while Wrexham might not be home to a megabastard yet,
Don't you loving dare tell me you have any regrets.
I kept playing you no matter what, through thick and through thin,
I cheered you from the sidelines when you were banging them in.
If I had had less faith in you, in the weeks you had not scored,
Do you think that on your own you'd have that Golden Boot award?
Or been named in the whole league's Team of the loving Year?
Because from what you've said today, I must make this perfectly clear:
While without me you may have been perfectly able,
I loving made you,
Rocky Bastable.”

The young Aussie sat stunned, unsure what he should do
He had never before known the coach to turn the air so blue.
He rose slowly to his feet, started to move towards the exit,
Mumbled somewhat sullenly about feeling disrespected.
And left the boss alone again, the silence laying thick,
Broken only softly by the wall-clock's gentle tick.
The boss man sighed, sat at his desk and poured
A glass of the fine scotch whisky he'd been gifted by the board
He tried so hard to bring these talents in and make them feel at home
It hurt to see them treat Wrexham as merely a stepping stone
Toward certain English clubs, or even those on foreign shores,
But his thoughts were soon cut short by another rapping at his door.
He forced himself to smile, and looking up asked gaily,
“So what can I do for you today,
Justin bloody Bailey?”



And this is why reading LPs whilst bored at work is a bad idea.

habeasdorkus posted:

He's still Bailey. I'm not making changes to anything ingame without the order of the board and/or the granting of a boon. In Bailey's case he's going to still be a massive overachiever (6.7 and 6.8 ratings in two cup games so far) but I won't change his numbers until acted upon by an outside force.

The fans were ecstatic to have him back, btw. They take a wait and see attitude to most of my signings, they don't trust that I know what I'm doing, but when Bailey came back they were gleeful.

GenHavoc posted:

I have been known to describe sports teams like the Los Angeles Dodgers and Pittsburgh Steelers in extremely and irrationally unkind terms before. I've had my own teams so-described to me by fans of the aforementioned clubs. It's all part of the game.

Zeroisanumber posted:

I hate me some Tom Brady, but I had to admire the way that he surgically dismantled Tebow and the Broncos in the playoffs a couple years back.

Wasn't long after that that Tebow ended up getting sent back down to the Stadium Leagues where he belongs.

KKKLIP ART posted:

Yeah I'm watching it now, I really like an up-tempo style of play.

GenHavoc posted:

Well for starters, how about an additional official stationed either up in a broadcast booth whose sole job is to watch for offsides? Yes, that involves money that smaller clubs don't have, but surely the World Cup/Champions League/Premier League etc can afford the expense, given everything. National and International titles have been won or lost on bad offisdes calls. If we're unwilling to even TRY making those calls better, then what does that say about the value we place on the results of the tournaments?

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Xtanstic posted:

Marvelous marvelous. More thrown matches! We've gone full WWE!