Dear FM16,
It’s been grand. We’ve had a great time together, but I feel the time has come for me to move on. I’m not going to give you the tired old cliché of “it’s not you, it’s me”, because let’s face it, this is totally on you.
I have forgiven you almost all your previous indiscretions, I have looked past your flaws, but I am just done. I could deal with the fact that my defenders turn into vampires the moment a cross-ball comes near into the penalty area. I could handle the numerous patches and subsequent re-tweaking of my tactics.
You see, dear FM16, all this time, I had a mission. I wanted to be the first manager to ever have a stadium erected in his honor on every continent. And you know what, dear FM16? It’s been one hell of a ride.
From the humble beginnings in the Netherlands, taking lowly old Fortuna Sittard straight to the top, winning each and every trophy I could, to the nearly three decades of relentless grinding in South America with Argentine-based Temperley FC.
We hit a rough patch in our relationship when you screwed me out of a stadium in my honor in Mexico, with Querétaro. That hurt, but I was willing to give you yet another chance.
Our time in Africa, Asia and Oceania was great. Maluti FET, Jeonbuk Hyundai and Perth Glory were all great clubs and we created memories that will last a lifetime.
You even game me son. I have never been more proud. My own son, who turned out to be a god as well and stayed with me for nearly three decades in the game.
But I have to ask, you bitch of a game, why did you decide to screw me again when I was so close to completing my mission? Again, things go sour when we go to Mexico. Again, you screw me out of a stadium name that should belong to me, the one and only club legend of Coyotes Tlaxcala.
Is it because I was looking at other games? I’ve always been a fan of Assassin’s Creed and I never hid that from you… Were you afraid I was going to leave you for a younger version of yourself? Babe, if you would’ve let me have this final stadium, this save-game would have lasted forever. I would have kept playing it, even as FM17 was out.
You broke my heart, FM16. You cold, heartless, manipulating bitch… I was so close to achieving this nigh-impossible goal, but with the finish-line in sight, you decide to trip me up and screw me over. This is one final indiscretion I can never forgive, one slip-up I will not forget.
Thanks for all the good times, but we’re through. I am moving on to FM17. I will always have feelings for you, but right now, I really and sincerely hate your guts.
Yours sincerely,
Guido
On a more serious note, I will probably do some sort of recap of the entire save-game and all my accomplishments and achievements throughout 81 seasons of FM16.
Guido is the founding father of Strikerless and main nutjob running the show.
10 Comments
JonnyJoe · October 15, 2016 at 2:51 pm
Worse breakup than Brangelina
StrikerlessGuido · October 15, 2016 at 7:38 pm
Far worse.
EricSnowmane · October 15, 2016 at 3:10 pm
That has got to be the most brilliant way to end a year of Football Manager that I ever read. I was in stitches the entire time I read it.
StrikerlessGuido · October 15, 2016 at 7:44 pm
Cheers. I was hoping for a more positive ending, but hey ho.
Tery Whenett · October 15, 2016 at 7:36 pm
A truly remarkable save game nonetheless. A happy end would have been a bit to cheesy, wouldn’t it?
🙂
StrikerlessGuido · October 15, 2016 at 7:39 pm
In this particular scenario I wouldn’t have minded a happy end.
Tery Whenett · October 15, 2016 at 7:42 pm
And you would have deserved it. I feel with you.
StrikerlessGuido · October 15, 2016 at 7:44 pm
I’ll have to try again in FM17.
MrBadDragon · October 24, 2016 at 8:41 am
Just add a screenshot of your final managers profile to the post…
StrikerlessGuido · October 24, 2016 at 10:16 am
That I can do 🙂