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[FM14] Liverpool FC: Winning With Kids
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A couple of rogue draws and narrow losses is a shame but I'm guessing you are sitting pretty at the top of the league by now?
Keirrison: Liverpool Is A New Dawn For Me
http://media3.fcbarcelona.com/media/asset_publics/resources/000/014/592/size_640x360/2011-08-08_BARCELONA_B_04.v1332435396.JPGMoving On: Keirrison's Barcelona Career Stalled In 2009, after a £12.5m Move from Coritiba
v GAINSBOROUGH (5-1) V MACCLESFIELD (4-0) V HALIFAX (5-0) V DARTFORD (1-0) V CHESTER (2-0) V GATESHEAD (3-0) V WYCOMBE (2-1)As his new club extend their lead at the top of the Skrill Premier, former Barcelona man Keirrison seems to be settling into the English Lower Leagues slowly but surely. After a rough start, the Brazilian who, at 25, is the oldest Player in Liverpool's first team squad, opened his month with a hat-trick against Gainsborough in the FA Cup first round, and went on to score again against Macclesfield, and continued to be a keen threat in the month's remaining games, as his side surged to the top of the table.
With ten games under his belt, and an impressive tally of Six goals and Four assists, the Brazilian, who was considered a flop at Barcelona, feels that his career is slowly but surely getting back on track at Anfeild: "Of course, Liverpool are not at the same level as they were three seasons ago, but the work that Steven [Gerrard] is doing with the squad is incredible, and being a part of this revitalisation is something that I am very proud of. I will give my best to help this side, and the younger players, and hopefully one day step onto the Anfield pitch in a European competition, and maybe even lift the Premier League trophy!"
So, apologies for the long wait between updates: I've been on holiday, and i'm not gonna be back at my laptop until at least the weekend, if not later...I'd also like to say how thankful I am for the nomination for Sorry Of The Month!
Much love
Much love
This is brilliant, mate! Inspired me to do the same, and it is an interesting challenge! Looking forward to the next update, keep up the good work! 
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January 1st, 2015
http://www.thisisanfield.com/wp-content/n637986420_123927_8214.jpg548 Days. 548 Days since my boyhood club were thrown down the league system. 548 Days in which we've seen exactly who is willing to stay at this club. To throw down blood, sweat and tears, and give their soul for the jersey they wear.
In spite of all outward appearances, it hasn't been an easy journey by any means. It was so hard, picking that dressing room back up after the club's tumble. The first season, in the Skrill North, we truly dominated. The board stuck their neck out for me, as we spent £10.4m (After clauses are taken into account), bringing in some key players to shore up the gaps in the squad. We didn't get any return on that £10.4m - although about 15 players did leave on free transfers, to bring the wage budget back under control.
Season One: Transfers In
Michael Hector (£1.9m) - 47 Games, 8 Goals, 7 Assists - 7.54 Avg. Rating
Josh Passley (£2.5m) - 46 Games, 4 Goals, 7 Assists - 7.50 Avg. Rating
Benjamin Siegrist (£2.5m) - 48 Games, 17 Conceded, 36 Clean Sheets - 7.02 Avg. Rating
Jake Forster-Caskey (£3.5m) - 10 Games, 2 Goals, 3 Assists - 7.99 Avg. Rating
Remie Streete (Loan) - 8 Games, 0 Goals, 0 Assists - 7.06 Avg. Rating
The stand-out signings of last season were definitely Michael, Josh and Ben, who filled the gaps left behind by some big players. And they worked - blending into the squad, the trio brought a backbone which allowed some of our younger players to develop themselves, knowing that there was someone there to collect if they slipped up.
For the step up to the Skrill Premier, I looked at deepening the squad...and I think maybe I was too eager to bring in 'big' names. We signed another 5 players, and 4 left the club, bringing in a net profit of about 50k...But to be honest, the new boys haven't been firing quite as much as I was hoping.
Season Two Transfers In
Harrison Reed (£3.4m)
Euan Smith (£275k)
Remie Streete (£625k)
Keirrison (£0)
Karim Rossi (£750k)
On Paper, they're some great signings, but the younger guys in the squad have been catching up fast, and with the gametime, and some of the young prospects who are ready for first-team football...the squad is looking a little bit bloated. We now have at least a squad and a half who could play for the first team, and with three other youngsters on their way in to develop in the Reserves, the club's future is looking bright.
Incoming Transfers
Michael Anderson (Ross County - £110k) 1/1/2015
Ryan Hardie (Rangers - Free) 1/6/2015
As well as these incoming players, there are some solid prospects in the current squad, both familiar names, and players who have come through the youth setup in the last 18 months. I'll outline them below, as well as a couple of players who will maybe need to go out on loan and maybe even leave the club permanently.
Great update, love the summary format although i'd fire your cleaner... that mop bucket in the changing rooms is a hazard and an injury just waiting to happen!
January 2015: The 40-Goal Man
http://assets.lfcimages.com/uploads/1133__8325__united517.jpgCool, Calm and Collected: Sinclair Nets His 40th Goal from the Spot
V MIDDLESBROUGH (1-0) V BARNET (3-2) V HISTON (2-0) V TAMWORTH (2-0)
V WIMBLEDON (0-0) V SALISBURY (7-0) V BISHOPS STORTFORD (2-1)Gerrard's Thoughts: We started the year poorly, crashing out of the FA cup against Boro, but we've bounced back really well - holding on to the top spot in the league, and rocking into the Semi-Finals of the FA Trophy, which we can hopefully go on to defend at Wembley, and make it two trophy wins in two years. A real highlight for me was Jerome Sinclair's performances, as he rocketed his goal tally for the season to 43 goals in 33 matches across all competitions. 37 of those goals have come in the league, and he's proving to be an invaluable asset for the club, and I hope he continues to be in coming seasons.
Over the transfer window, Liverpool have not been the busiest club in terms of incoming players, although several players did leave the club, as Gerrard did his best to limit the wage budget at the club. Alex O'Hanlon moved to Motherwell on a free transfer, and 11 players left the club on free transfers, including Marc Pelosi, Will Marsh and Daniel Trickett-Smith.
Two players joined the club: Michael Anderson joining from Ross County on a pre-contract agreement, and Celtic leftback Aidan McIlduff joining up for £3.8m - a fee some may label as extortionate for a 17 year old who has only made 8 first team appearances in the Scottish Premiership, and has yet to be capped at Under-21 level.
The young left-back has a lot of work to do to oust Jack Robinson from his starting left-back slot, and with Brad Smith also snapping at his heels, competition will be stiff. The 17 year old Scot has some tricks up his sleeve though: solid in the tackle, and a natural leader, his pace and work rate make him a threat when attacking, as well as difficult to pass when he is defending his penalty area. Although not the most skillful, an impressive range of passing and creativity will give his team-mates another outlet for their attacks, and may prove invaluable to the youngster as he tries to break into the side.
Top Six
FEB 14TH, 2015 - BLUNDELL PARK, CLEETHORPES
FA TROPHY SEMI-FINAL, Att: 4212
The tension was palpable as 22 young men walked out onto the threadbare pitch. 11 of them wore the Liverbird on their chest, and they wore it with pride.
A pride that was almost broken the last time we visited Grimsby.
As the rain piled down, the pitch was slick and slippery, but that was no issue for our midfield. Pedro and Jordan moved the ball well between them, and after just three minutes, a gorgeous lofted ball from Suso let Josh Passley loose in the box, and he smashed the ball home to put us 1-0 up. Something snapped within the crowd, as 2000 travelling scousers hit the roof: an away goal. Absolutely key, especially since our last outing needed a Sincalir hattrick to take home a 3-2 victory.
No such problems this time. Goals from Michael Hector, Sheyi Ojo and Jack Robinson sealed a 4-0 victory for us to take home.
As we boarded the bus on the way home, I looked at the 18 men I'd brought with me. A year ago, it would be 18 young boys, but now, in my eyes, those youngsters were men. And i was damned proud of them.
Jordan Rossiter walked past me, slapping my back heartily. "Thanks boss" was all he said as he climbed the steps into the team's bus. Wiping a tear from my eye, I shook my head, and followed him in the door, to be met by the expectant gazes of my side. In the center, lay a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and a sign simply saying "100"
100 Games in charge of my boyhood club. 100 great games.
FA TROPHY SEMI-FINAL, Att: 4212
The tension was palpable as 22 young men walked out onto the threadbare pitch. 11 of them wore the Liverbird on their chest, and they wore it with pride.
A pride that was almost broken the last time we visited Grimsby.
As the rain piled down, the pitch was slick and slippery, but that was no issue for our midfield. Pedro and Jordan moved the ball well between them, and after just three minutes, a gorgeous lofted ball from Suso let Josh Passley loose in the box, and he smashed the ball home to put us 1-0 up. Something snapped within the crowd, as 2000 travelling scousers hit the roof: an away goal. Absolutely key, especially since our last outing needed a Sincalir hattrick to take home a 3-2 victory.
No such problems this time. Goals from Michael Hector, Sheyi Ojo and Jack Robinson sealed a 4-0 victory for us to take home.
As we boarded the bus on the way home, I looked at the 18 men I'd brought with me. A year ago, it would be 18 young boys, but now, in my eyes, those youngsters were men. And i was damned proud of them.
Jordan Rossiter walked past me, slapping my back heartily. "Thanks boss" was all he said as he climbed the steps into the team's bus. Wiping a tear from my eye, I shook my head, and followed him in the door, to be met by the expectant gazes of my side. In the center, lay a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and a sign simply saying "100"
100 Games in charge of my boyhood club. 100 great games.
MARCH 11TH, 2015 - TWERTON PARK, BATH
SKRILL PREMIER. ATT: 2902
Everyone knew. One point tonight, and we would be champions. Back-to Back promotions, back in the Football League.
All that stood in our way? 90 Minutes of football against Bath. As the teams walked out, I looked at the 11 men who wore our badge tonight, thought about how far we'd come, how much we'd achieved. John Flanagan, standing proud in his right-back position, his armband contrasting against the red shirt. Jordan Rossiter, making sure everyone was where they should be; ready to take the game to Bath straight from kick off. Devante Duerden, checking his net, making sure he had his bearings in the goal...his positional mistakes were almost a thing of the past. Jerome Sinclair and Karim Rossi joking at the head of the 4-2-1-2 formation, as they got ready for the game to start.
11 boys who became men this season. Those 11 men could win us the title tonight. Everyone Knew.
And it didn't take long. Our midfield were on top right from kick off. Passing, moving, harrying Bath's defenders and causing all kinds of problems. John Flanagan whipped a ball into the head of Jerome Sinclair, but rather than shoot, he cushioned an intelligent header over the diving goalkeeper, and Luis Alberto almost burst the net, wheeling away with glee, racing into the stands to celebrate with the fans.
Flanagan was the creator again after half an hour, whipping the ball into the box, where Karim Rossi flicked it on from the near post, and Alberto once again rammed a shot into the net to put us 2-0 up.
Everyone Dreamt.
TWERKTON PARK, BATH: AWAY CHANGING ROOMS
Keep your heads out there boys. Don't let this slip now.
My voice was deathly quiet. We'd won titles before, but never this early. Never away from home. Never against Bath - notorious for second-half comebacks. Jordan Rossiter's head was staring straight at the ground. He was in the Zone, ready to take the game again in the second half. John Flanagan though, was bouncing around, like a kid at Christmas.
John, Cool it. I know you're excited, but this is a time for focus
His head whipped round...his face beaming, the prospect of lifting that trophy playing on his mind. He looked at Jordan for some support, but his vice-captain shook his head, patting the bench next to him. The two vanished into a whispered conversation. Good.
Right, boys, we need to stay on top of this, need to keep ourselves fresh. I'm going to make changes, after about 15 minutes of the half. Don't get angry, stay professional. It's for the good of the team, and we've got a cup final coming up.
My warnings were falling on deaf ears. Rendell broke clear of our defence, catching everybody but Duerden off guard, but Devante was more than equal to his snap shot, palming it clear for a corner. The header from Moore flashed past the post. Heart in Mouth time.
Just after 55 minutes, Pedro hit the deck, clutching his ankle.
Shit.
Jordan, He ok?
My vice-captain was first at Pedro's side, talking to him, checking him over. There was some nodding from the Spaniard, and he pulled himself to his feet, flashing a thumbs-up to me and the rest of the guys on the bench. I sighed, relieved, and headed back to my seat.
The game had hit a lull. We were 30 minutes from the title, and it was time to make some changes, keep people fresh.
Aidan, Josh, start warming up My two second-choice full backs. Bath were starting to exploit some tiredness on the wings, and that wasn't something I was going to let continue. As John and Jack came off, I hugged both of them. Such stellar guys, who had given everything for the team this season
Jordan Rossiter, now wearing the captain's armband, buried the third goal for us from 30 yards, and as I watched him celebrate, I realised how much he was like me. I could practically hear Andy Gray screaming: "What A Hit Son, What. A. Hit."
Grinning ear to ear, I sat back in my seat. That title was ours, and I knew exactly who my next Captain was going to be...I just didn't know how John was going to take that...
SKRILL PREMIER. ATT: 2902
Everyone knew. One point tonight, and we would be champions. Back-to Back promotions, back in the Football League.
All that stood in our way? 90 Minutes of football against Bath. As the teams walked out, I looked at the 11 men who wore our badge tonight, thought about how far we'd come, how much we'd achieved. John Flanagan, standing proud in his right-back position, his armband contrasting against the red shirt. Jordan Rossiter, making sure everyone was where they should be; ready to take the game to Bath straight from kick off. Devante Duerden, checking his net, making sure he had his bearings in the goal...his positional mistakes were almost a thing of the past. Jerome Sinclair and Karim Rossi joking at the head of the 4-2-1-2 formation, as they got ready for the game to start.
11 boys who became men this season. Those 11 men could win us the title tonight. Everyone Knew.
And it didn't take long. Our midfield were on top right from kick off. Passing, moving, harrying Bath's defenders and causing all kinds of problems. John Flanagan whipped a ball into the head of Jerome Sinclair, but rather than shoot, he cushioned an intelligent header over the diving goalkeeper, and Luis Alberto almost burst the net, wheeling away with glee, racing into the stands to celebrate with the fans.
Flanagan was the creator again after half an hour, whipping the ball into the box, where Karim Rossi flicked it on from the near post, and Alberto once again rammed a shot into the net to put us 2-0 up.
Everyone Dreamt.
TWERKTON PARK, BATH: AWAY CHANGING ROOMS
Keep your heads out there boys. Don't let this slip now.
My voice was deathly quiet. We'd won titles before, but never this early. Never away from home. Never against Bath - notorious for second-half comebacks. Jordan Rossiter's head was staring straight at the ground. He was in the Zone, ready to take the game again in the second half. John Flanagan though, was bouncing around, like a kid at Christmas.
John, Cool it. I know you're excited, but this is a time for focus
His head whipped round...his face beaming, the prospect of lifting that trophy playing on his mind. He looked at Jordan for some support, but his vice-captain shook his head, patting the bench next to him. The two vanished into a whispered conversation. Good.
Right, boys, we need to stay on top of this, need to keep ourselves fresh. I'm going to make changes, after about 15 minutes of the half. Don't get angry, stay professional. It's for the good of the team, and we've got a cup final coming up.
My warnings were falling on deaf ears. Rendell broke clear of our defence, catching everybody but Duerden off guard, but Devante was more than equal to his snap shot, palming it clear for a corner. The header from Moore flashed past the post. Heart in Mouth time.
Just after 55 minutes, Pedro hit the deck, clutching his ankle.
Shit.
Jordan, He ok?
My vice-captain was first at Pedro's side, talking to him, checking him over. There was some nodding from the Spaniard, and he pulled himself to his feet, flashing a thumbs-up to me and the rest of the guys on the bench. I sighed, relieved, and headed back to my seat.
The game had hit a lull. We were 30 minutes from the title, and it was time to make some changes, keep people fresh.
Aidan, Josh, start warming up My two second-choice full backs. Bath were starting to exploit some tiredness on the wings, and that wasn't something I was going to let continue. As John and Jack came off, I hugged both of them. Such stellar guys, who had given everything for the team this season
Jordan Rossiter, now wearing the captain's armband, buried the third goal for us from 30 yards, and as I watched him celebrate, I realised how much he was like me. I could practically hear Andy Gray screaming: "What A Hit Son, What. A. Hit."
Grinning ear to ear, I sat back in my seat. That title was ours, and I knew exactly who my next Captain was going to be...I just didn't know how John was going to take that...
As always, fantastic updates... almost poetic reports really make the story come to life.
Congratulations on the title, gonna start getting tougher soon
Congratulations on the title, gonna start getting tougher soon
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Great couple of updates and well done on winning the Title
It will be tough to keep hold of Sinclair after the season he has had
It will be tough to keep hold of Sinclair after the season he has had
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