Merry Christmas


Good cheer, great hope and the best that the Christmas season has to offer for you and your family as you celebrate this time of togetherness. Merry Christmas!


Strikerless Needs You; Become A Patron

Hi everyone, my name is Guido, but you may have heard of me through my blog Strikerless. I am a Football Manager blogger and I produce weekly FM content. I would love for you to support my site on Patreon.

I started my little pet project sometime early 2014 and I’ve been blown away by the support and feedback I’ve been fortunate enough to receive thus far. What started out as a pet project to hone my writing skills, to work on my English and maybe kill some time has taken off in a way I never expected, culminating in this year’s surprising Football Blogging Award win.

I am not one to rest on his laurels, I’m constantly striving to improve my content and become a better writer slash gamer than I currently I am. This brings me to the point of this Patreon. I’d love a few small contributions to make this happen.

Over the past few years, I have invested a lot of time and a fair amount of money into a decent gaming setup, but there’s always room for improvement. I want to try and work in video analysis of tactics, I want to buy a professional spell-checker (Grammarly!) to help me work on my writing skills (I’m not a native speaker) and further improve the quality of my writing.

I’d love a few minor contributions that eventually build up to help me keep going. The improvements I mentioned above will hopefully come with time anyway, helping me on Patreon would just speed up the process.

I’d be eternally grateful if you were to come onboard the Strikerless train and help me improve what I’ve been doing. Alternatively, just keep on enjoying the articles on Strikerless without spending a penny, and that’s great too. The community support I’ve received has been nothing short of wonderful and I thank you all for making the community as vibrant and creative as it is today.

Thanks very much for your support!

Hashtag Flackback; The FBA’s 2016

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that anything is possible, last Thursday provides you with an answer. Julius Caesar came, saw and conquered. I came, I saw and I defied the odds by claiming a Judges’ Choice Football Blogging Award in the Best Gaming category.

Since you’re reading this, I must assume you are a loyal reader of Strikerless. This means you know that Strikerless is by no means a major player in the FM scene, numbers wise. I don’t get the traffic major sites are able to get and I am okay with that. I realise that I am running a bit of a niche blog, focussing on gameplay strategies, gameplay mechanics and tactics.

I do strive to be all I can be and I feel I should proud that an objective jury selected my little pet project as the best blog out of a very strong line-up of nominees. It strengthens my belief that I made the right decision by starting my own blog instead of plodding along with TheDugout (sadly R.I.P. right now). It strengthens my belief that despite not being born in an English-speaking country, I can acquire the skills necessary to compete with the best out there in this particular area of expertise.

To be fair, I did not expect to win when I flew out to Manchester. I expected the judges’ choice and the popular vote would be lumped together, effectively rendering me powerless to mount any serious bid for an award, since my follower numbers are not quite on par with those of the major players nominated as well.

Since I did not expect to win, I was quite surprised when I heard my name called out and to be fair, it still feels a bit surreal I suppose, I don’t think the magnitude of my achievements has fully hit home yet. I do know I am absolutely over the moon to have gotten this far with a project that started out as a way to kill time, a way to hone my writing skills and perhaps even brush up on my English a bit.

If you are one of the people who helped in the process somehow, thank you for the vote of confidence, thank you for your efforts and thank you for putting up with me and my quirks along the way. I won’t try to name everyone who has played some role in this meteoric ascent to the top because I would inevitably forget people that deserve a mention.

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Dear FM16; Kindly Fuck Off

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,

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The Football Blogging Awards

I generally don’t ask for much from my loyal followers, because I don’t want to turn Strikerless into a clickbait or advertising site. However, I figured I might have a crack at a Football Blogging Award in the category “best football gaming blog.” It never hurts to try, no?

Anyway, if you want to vote for me, you can do it either via Twitter or via a website. If you want to use Twitter, simply tweet the following message.

I am voting in @TheFBAs for @MerryGuido as the Best #Gaming Football Blog

Eventually, it should look like this.

If you want to vote on the website, use this link. You don’t have to vote in each and every category if you don’t want to.


Every Now And Again I Want To Shoot Someone In-Game…

Failure is as much a part of the game as success is. When you don’t suffer a defeat every now and then to keep you on edge, winning all the time would get dreadfully boring. Having said that, we’ve all shared moments where we feel like the manager in the following video clip, which is a Dutch TV-commercial from the nineties.

I’m sure we’ve all felt like this before, despite all our careful and meticulous planning, some daft prick out there decides to fuck it all up with some freaky aborration of a mistake. A defender with a back-pass that is too short, your goalkeeper fumbling a cross into his own goal, silly stuff like that. Sometimes it’s not even a players fault, but it’s the board making weird decisions, such as cashing in on your star player.

My current save-game has seen me moving from Querétaro in Mexico to Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors in South Korea because of such a silly thing. Apparently, I was not enough of a club icon to name the new stadium after, despite leading the club to its first national titles ever, as well as winning international silverware. Five years in-game down the crapper… Damn board, I wish I had the option to shoot some of you…