Ty for the support :)
25 Dec 2011
Confidence
Despite an excellent first half of the season, we've managed to fuck it up yet again. Let me put it this way - in the past 8 games, we've got 1 win, 5 draws and 2 losses. What ever strength we've shown in the beginning has turned to shit, and promotion is just a pipe dream now.
[imgw]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y177/saplingg/leaguetable2011.png[/imgw]
With 4 games left to go, I've got a one in a million shot of making it. But it doesn't matter anyway, there's no hope left in me. Three seasons of letdowns in this shithole of a country can change you. I came here with a plan, with goals, and now I can't even imagine them any more.
I've lost confidence in my squad, and worse still, in my own ability.
Funnily enough my board loves me. They're delighted with my leadership and I can't blame them, I must have been a godsend to them. I've met my expectations and more for the past two seasons, I've controlled my finances wonderfully and I've steered this team into consistent and confident mediocrity. Go me.
But I don't give a damn about what Mr Marati and his team of retards think. They can label me the messiah for all I care. I need big results. I need wins. I need my ugly face on the sports page in the news, I need the clubs back home to be whispering about me. If there's any chance of me making it in this career, I need a fucking reputation. And coming in 5th place in the bottom tier league in the rat fucked sewer that is Indonesia is not going to cut it. I need a fucking holiday.
Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.
25 Dec 2011
Confidence
Despite an excellent first half of the season, we've managed to fuck it up yet again. Let me put it this way - in the past 8 games, we've got 1 win, 5 draws and 2 losses. What ever strength we've shown in the beginning has turned to shit, and promotion is just a pipe dream now.
[imgw]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y177/saplingg/leaguetable2011.png[/imgw]
With 4 games left to go, I've got a one in a million shot of making it. But it doesn't matter anyway, there's no hope left in me. Three seasons of letdowns in this shithole of a country can change you. I came here with a plan, with goals, and now I can't even imagine them any more.
I've lost confidence in my squad, and worse still, in my own ability.
Funnily enough my board loves me. They're delighted with my leadership and I can't blame them, I must have been a godsend to them. I've met my expectations and more for the past two seasons, I've controlled my finances wonderfully and I've steered this team into consistent and confident mediocrity. Go me.
But I don't give a damn about what Mr Marati and his team of retards think. They can label me the messiah for all I care. I need big results. I need wins. I need my ugly face on the sports page in the news, I need the clubs back home to be whispering about me. If there's any chance of me making it in this career, I need a fucking reputation. And coming in 5th place in the bottom tier league in the rat fucked sewer that is Indonesia is not going to cut it. I need a fucking holiday.
Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.
