This is will be a very long and a productive Football Manager story as I take you on a journey of the dark side of football management, hopefully. I try to show you that football manager isn’t all about fun and games, it can be a very disheartening. This story will contain explicit content especially foul language. So if you are easily offended please consider leaving this story, as it is not a fairy-tale.
In this story, I will be conquering anything that is in my way, any competition that the club desires for me to win, it will be done. That’s the principle. Whether I require to win the League, or to win the Champions League even the League Cup, I will do my best to win that competition.
Bad things happen to good managers when you step into the stadium with Darius Xavier. Who is Darius Xavier? I’m an ass-kicking son of a bitch. I don’t respect anybody. I don’t care what people think about me. I could give two shits who I piss off throughout my entire day, all right? I am a football manager that wants to be the biggest name in football, I don’t give a fuck who’s in my way, as long as I get the pure satisfaction on getting my hands on my championships, that’s what makes me happy. If you want to wrap your little brain around my world, you have to understand one thing - I enjoy hurting teams.
Everything that will be put in front of Darius Xavier, I conquer, I defeat, I win when I have to win. I don’t do anything but look forward; I see what’s in front of me, that’s it. I have no passion for anything but myself. I’m a mercenary, a hired gun that works for money, period.