#FM20 Save reveal! ‘The RE-builders of Pripyat’

When we last left Chepiga he was on his way to Colony 1; Nuclear City 9. Otherwise known as Pripyat, Chernobyl Ukraine. For many this was a fate worse than death, they reckoned you could last three years cleaning up this mess.

“the fear of death is illogical, yet it is the fear of death that keeps us alive.” (Commander Spock)

Pripyat was founded in 1970 as the ninth Atomgrad in the USSR, a one industry super-bloc, and part of the ‘peaceful atom’ project to house workers for the nearby Vladimir I Lenin nuclear power plant in Chernobyl.  Nuclear power was believed to be a cleaner and safer form of energy production than the old coal fired power stations found across the Soviet Union. Pripyat was considered a city of the future, it was technologically advanced for its time, designed to represent the best of Communism and the Soviet Union.  There were children’s playgrounds, areas of open space, and large avenues. However, as with most things Soviet, at the time, the city was totally planned, workers were housed in 160 apartment blocks according to their rank, and marital status. Shift patterns were standardised, and buses would take shift workers back and forth to the plant. Travel into, and out of, the city was limited, the city was uncharted after all. Designated areas of leisure were constructed to entertain the 50,000 residents during their free time between shifts. Sport played a big part in the day-to-day lives of its citizens as it harnessed all that was good about Communism. There were ten gyms, ten shooting galleries, three swimming pools and two stadiums, but no sport was more central to Soviet life than football, Pripyat needed a football team. Continue reading “#FM20 Save reveal! ‘The RE-builders of Pripyat’”

My FM Life

A lifetimes’ addiction

I started this blog just over one year ago with the post below that served to introduce me to the blogosphere. Over the past year I have written a further 23 posts detailing my #FM19 save with Anzhi Makhachkala.

In that time the blog has grown steadily, and I have thoroughly enjoyed writing over the last 12 months. I plan to continue into #FM20, and will be releasing my obligatory save reveal post shortly.

In the meantime, if you have just recently started following along, I have re-posted my introductory post below. It’s my Football Manager Life story.

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The end for Chepiga???

Ruslan watched on as Anzhi succumbed to another defeat and finished the campaign a lowly 6th, their lowest finish since Ruslan’s second season in charge. Manager Mauricio Pellegrino wouldn’t last the night, Chepiga knew that much. This wasn’t, however, his concern, he was in attendance as Russian National manager. The “United” World Cup 2026, was just around the corner, and Ruslan knew only full well what failure would mean. He was being followed by at least two operatives, one male, and one female, as was the custom these days. They tried hard to go unnoticed but they were easily spotted, they’d clearly read the manual that Chepiga helped edit; he was onto them Continue reading “The end for Chepiga???”

Season 7(2) Sino-Russian relations

Ruslan gazed at the map, hanging above his single bed. He loved all maps, but he loved this one more than the others. It was the map of the USSR as it had been around the time of his birth in the late 1970s. Ruslan felt a sense of calm looking at the map, there was something comforting in the vastness of the USSR. 22 million kilometres of Socialism, covering a 1/6th of the Earth’s surface, not to mention the satellite states in Eastern Europe controlled by Moscow, in all but name. Continue reading “Season 7(2) Sino-Russian relations”

Season 7 Part 1 ‘Soar young Eagles’ – How I develop young players

One of the most emotive subjects in Football Manager literature is how to train youth players and how to ensure they reach their full potential. I sometimes feel the development of players is made more complicated than it really needs to be. So I thought I would write some short words on how youth players pass through the Anzhi system. Continue reading “Season 7 Part 1 ‘Soar young Eagles’ – How I develop young players”

Season Six Part 2. “Balls deep in the Balkans.”

War in Europe may seem a distant memory to us, as we check Instagram and mindlessly press “like” on Facebook. Living a relatively peaceful existence, watching Netflix on our smartphone, while the trains are delayed again. But a cursory glance across history tells us our continent is no stranger to conflict, oppression, and mass bloodshed. We must respect the hard-earned peace, and freedom, we enjoy today, as we enter a new era of politics globally.

War is never far away, when politics fails, War prevails (FMEadster, 2019).

It is, after all, a mere 20 years since NATO warplanes bombed Yugoslavia (without UN Security Council agreement), for 78 days, in one of the largest bombing campaigns in history, on European soil. 28 years ago the Yugoslavian civil war started within Europe’s borders.  In 1995, during this bloody civil war, the genocide of thousands of Bosnian Muslims at Srebrenica took place. It was clear to me even then, at 13 years old, that people had forgotten the lessons from the two World Wars that ravaged Europe within living memory. None of these mistakes of the past should be lost from the social consciousness that is passed onto future generations.

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Season 6 Part 1 Building, or failing to build, a balanced squad

Petr Blazek made it 3-0 on 57 minutes. Chepiga looked around the stadium, fans weren’t singing his players names, they were calling to their Russian hero, Chepiga, to acknowledge their adoration with a wave. Fresh in their minds, a title win from last season that ended the Moscovite dominance of recent times. Further cemented by a crushing 4-0 defeat of CSKA Moscow in the SuperKubok Rossii, just a couple of weeks previously. At that moment Chepiga, standing in the Anzhi Arena, 3-0 up against Dinamo Moscow, allowed himself to relax. Taking in his surroundings, and the veneration of the fans, he waved back, kissing the badge of his beloved Anzhi.

40 minutes later Chepiga stood in the changing room questioning the cojones of every single player. He paced back and forth, staring each of them straight in the eye, he did not like what he saw.

“Too many millennial snowflakes in this fucking dressing room, where is the passion lads? Where are your balls!”

There were two weeks left in the transfer window, changes would have to be made. The signs were actually there in the proceeding 1-0 defeat to Arsenal Tuna, but Ruslan had chosen to ignore them. That night Chepiga assessed every player and cursed himself, and his scouts, as he realised the midfield had become completely out of balance.

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