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Kalle Koskinen: The Iceman

Kalle Koskinen Challenges The World Of Football In This Tale
Started on 23 April 2019 by Justice
Latest Reply on 7 December 2019 by Griffo
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5 yearsEdited


And we're back with another adventure. The tale of Ryan Ferguson in the Oxford City dugout shall continue, at a slower pace, while we turn our attention to a new tale. A new adventure beckons in a land well-traveled by myself. We return to snowy Finland for a different type of story to the last.

What Can Be Expected?

Who knows!?! Each update will be styled depending on my mood at the time. They might be creative, they might be detailed, they might be light. You'll find out when you read them. Will updates be consistent? No. They never are when I am writing them.

The Iceman

This tale will follow Kalle Koskinen, nicknamed 'The Iceman'. Born in Helsinki to a Finnish father and a Swiss mother, Kalle had an illustrious playing career as he turned out for local side HJK and German giants FC Bayern München, as well as playing a number of games for the Finnish national team. Koskinen retired from playing football relatively early in his career, at the age of 30, having achieved everything he had wished to achieve. Football management duly followed.


Kalle Koskinen's Background (1985 - 2018)

Peimari United (2018-)

Trophy Cabinet

League Competitions
Kakkonen x1 (2019)
Ykkönen x1 (2020)
Veikkausliiga x1 (2022)

Cup Competitions
Kakkonen Cup x1 (2019)
Suomen Cup x3 (2021, 2022, 2023)

Total: 7 Trophies

Manager Awards

Seasonal Awards
Kakkonen Manager of the Year x1 (2019)
Ykkönen Manager of the Year x1 (2020)
Veikkausliiga Manager of the Year x2 (2021, 2022)

Monthly Awards
Ykkönen Manager of the Month x4 (June 2020, July 2020, August 2020, September 2020)
Veikkausliiga Manager of the Month x8 (April 2021, August 2021, October 2021, May 2022, June 2022, September 2022, April 2023, May 2023)

Total: 16 Awards

Story Awards

Monthly Awards Story of the Month x1 (July 2019)

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Looking forward to this! :)
Looking forward to the update for this in 2020! :P
Aapo and Kalle together, baby.

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5 yearsEdited

Time of Death; 21:43

A Life-Changing Moment During Kalle's Earliest Hours


The beauty of Finland's winter season had set in as tiny beads of snow fell from the sky, swirling in a gentle gust that seemed to be a permanent fixture in the Baltic country's capital area. Despite two months of negative Celsius temperature readings, the first snowfall of winter had not come until the week previous to Christmas. Since then, the snow did not stop falling.

The ground was covered in a deep blanket of fresh white snow, the tree hid their dark green foliage with a coat of the season's frozen precipitation. The air had a crisp chill to it as the locals wrapped up in thick padded jackets and trousers, topped off with a variety of head wear, scarves and gloves. Younglings wore fur-lined boots as they played in the snow and enjoyed their time off school, with stomachs filled from Christmas feasts.

For Joonas and Mia Koskinen, it was a time of pain and celebration, at the same time. Having celebrated Christmas with a family dinner on Christmas Eve, as was tradition in Finland, the married pair departed for Jorvi Hospital in the evening, with a baby due to be born from Mia's womb the following day. The unpredictable snowfall meant that an overnight stay was sensible, to avoid the possibility of being stranded from the hospital in Mia's time of need.

Christmas Day had been spent in the maternity ward, with Mia suffering from particularly tough contractions. It was her first pregnancy, at the age of thirty-two, while her husband was two years her junior. The pair were filled with elation of starting a family, but remained nervous for their child's future. 'Every new parent is nervous', they were told but the assurances did not ease their concerns.

Mia was from Switzerland originally, born to a family of dancers. Mia continued in her parents' footsteps and performed all over Europe. She had met the love of her life, Joonas, during a performance in Helsinki where Joonas was a spectator. The two fell madly in love with each other and chose to reside in Finland.

Joonas was a labourer from a humble background. He worked on farms during the summer and in factories in the winter. He was a sport-loving man, supporting his local ice-hockey team from Helsinki, Jokerit, since their foundation in 1967. He had a love for football too, watching European Cup fixtures on television during the week.

The two were inseparable, particularly in the maternity ward during Christmas Day. While Mia suffered from physical pain, Joonas consoled her and urged her to push through the pain. They both knew the pain of childbirth would be made worthwhile by a new addition to their family. Since marrying in 1975, they had tried to conceive a child and were elated to discover they would become parents.

Mia had become sickly in the final few months of pregnancy but was assured by doctors that she had nothing to fear. Baring a child took its toll on Mia but she battled through the good days and the bad in the hope of raising her own child.

The contractions continued throughout Christmas Day with the pain coming to a peak in the late evening. Nurses had begun to gather in the ward to aid Mia in anyway possible and the doctor had eventually given the go-ahead to prepare for childbirth as the clock struck six.

Mia pushed and battled through the pain to give birth to her child, with Joonas by her side. Just over an hour of pushing passed before their son was brought to the world. It was a healthy baby and the end of the process brought much joy to the new parents. The Koskinen family had gained one new member.

Mia lay in the bed for hours after giving birth, cradling her new son. Joonas sat beside her, wrapping his arm around the two he loved most in the world. They watched their son sleep and smiled. A serene quietness had crept into the room as the three were at peace with the world. It was perfect.

As a lone clock ticked and tocked in the corner of the room, Mia grew weak. She and Joonas suspected she was just tired, a symptom of having just given birth. However, it was more than that. The toll of giving birth had been too much for Mia, and her pulse began to fade. She gasped for air as Joonas squeezed her tight and screamed for a nurse to come.

Joonas held their son in one arm and Mia's hand in his other, as his eyes connected with his wife's. He urged her to keep battling, to keep fighting the pain. There was nothing Mia could do, as she began to tremble faintly. Her breathing slowed and became more gentle, the colour drained from her skin and her squeeze on Joonas' hand became weaker.

Joonas watched in despair as life faded away from Mia's eyes ever-so-slowly. By the time a nurse had responded to Joonas' desperate cries, Mia was no longer gripping onto Joonas' hand. Her final breath had escaped her as a chill was struck into the heart of her adjacent husband.

The nurse had brought a doctor to examine Mia and the pair attempted to resuscitate her. However, their endeavours were in vain. Mia had passed. Giving birth to her son had been too much for her body and she paid the toll for bringing a new life to the world. She had sacrificed her life for her son to be born.

Joonas had broken down in a state of dread. He held on to his son while tears poured down his face, which was cracked into an expression of despair. His life had turned upside down within a matter of minutes. It was just him and his son left.

The nurse first consoled Joonas with a hand on his shoulder and offered to relieve him of his child for a short time, which he refused. The nurse returned to Mia and examined her watch.

"Time of death; 21:43."

Comment Section

HazzaMUFC, thank you
Jopaaaa, you were saying? :P
Jack, I never realised how similar they look! xD

Next Update: #2 - Rite of Passage
Don't think I've seen a story start with a death on here before....normally comes later ;) Great start! Looking forward to it!
I have to admit, you surprised me twice already Justice. It's surpisingly good :P and you updated it already. Great start, looking forward to it !
Really looking forward to this! Can't wait!
The life of a single father and a football manager would not mix well at all, interested to see how this is written and handled here Jussie :)
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5 yearsEdited

Rite of Passage

Kalle Koskinen Served A Six Month Conscription In The Finnish Army



Sergeant Virtanen's voice boomed as I made my way through the basic obstacle course laid out in front of me. In the beam of the hot Finnish summer sun, with temperatures reaching thirty degrees, I was sweating buckets in my army fatigues.

I was midway through serving a six month conscription with the Finnish army. It was a rite of passage for boys to turn into men by serving a conscription at the age of eighteen. I had finished school in April and went straight to army training.

I was fortunate enough to be a part of Helsingin Jalkapalloklubi's (HJK's) team, having made my way through their illustrious youth academy. I made my senior debut a year previously, as a seventeen year old, and went on to make twelve appearances for the club before leaving for army training, scoring twice.

Playing for HJK allowed me the opportunity to avoid my conscription sentence but I saw the six months as a moral obligation. My father had completed his service and so had his father. Six months of intensive training, both physically and mentally, was the least I could do to continue a long-standing tradition.

I was raised solely by my father Joonas. My mother's death had now swayed his devotion to his family and he took great care of me. He worked hard during the day and fathered me during his spare time. He was an excellent father who ensured I had a good upbringing. I was never left wanting for anything and I was very close to my father.

My six month conscription meant that for the first time, my father was on his own at home. While I did return for weekends, he was alone during the week. His love for my mother was undying and he never even thought about pursuing a romantic relationship with another.

My father was my biggest fan in football and he also acted as an agent for me. He brokered an agreement with HJK to allow me to attend my conscription, with the ability to return to training with the club upon completing my six month army training. While the club would have preferred to keep me for the six months and insisted that I would be pushed down the ranks upon my return, they did grant me that request.

My love for the game had grown throughout my childhood and my father helped me in every single step I made. I had my eyes on becoming one of the greatest footballers of all time but I also had no interest in playing into my late thirties. My goal was to play for a major European club to earn enough money for my father to live comfortably for the rest of his life, and then for me to retire to work in another job. I owed everything to my father and every decision I made was to honour him.

Even while sprinting through the mud of the obstacle course or performing other drills, my mind was on football. I replayed past games in my head and pondered new ways of developing my own game. I planned to make it to the pinnacle of the game, for myself and for my father. Nothing was going to deter me.

I planned on becoming the best. I wouldn't settle for anything less. My eyes were on the holy grail of football; the UEFA Champions League. That was my objective. I knew that I could rest easy once I lifted the most coveted title in football. That was my objective. That was my mission.

Comment Section

TheLFCFan, it is a way of opening up about how Kalle Koskinen becomes 'The Iceman', a development which becomes evident later on in the tale.
Jopaaaa, allow me to continue to surprise you ;)
Akash, thank you!
Little Griff, it is all part of a bigger picture :P

Previous Update: #1 - Time of Death; 21:43
Next Update: #3 - Bem-vindo ao Estádio do Dragão
Great start, cannot wait to read more. Absolutely love your writing, you continually come up with great ideas. I'm a bit jealous, in truth.
SERGEANT VIRTANEN. Great name for a great authority figure. In all seriousness, unbelievable start - one of the best background writing I’ve ever seen on this site.
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5 yearsEdited

Bem-vindo ao Estádio do Dragão

Kalle Koskinen Recalled His Senior International Debut For Finland


"Bem-vindo ao Estádio do Dragão!"

The voice of the stadium announcer could only just be heard booming over the ever-increasing volume of the stadium's capacity-filled atmosphere. Portugal's national stadium was packed to the brim ahead of an important night of international qualifying football.

The hosts were narrowly behind Poland at the top of Group A for the 2008 UEFA European Championships and required a win to have any chance of topping the group. However, second place was also enough to secure qualification and the runners-up of the previous competition would have settled for consolidating that on the final match day of what had been an intense qualifying campaign.

We were sitting in third place, heading into the game. Mikael Forssell and Shefki Kuqi both scored late on to secure a dramatic win over Azerbaijan in Helsinki four days previously to set up an exciting tie. We knew that a win was enough to secure our first ever participation in a senior international tournament and we were determined to get it.

I had received my maiden call-up from manager Roy Hodgson for the set of internationals. I was one of HJK's brighter performers in a disappointing Veikkausliiga campaign which saw us finish in a very lowly seventh position, some twenty points off top spot, and had been named in the competition's team of the season. A run of scoring in eight consecutive games, from midfield, had cemented my place is a key player for the capital side and we were determined to bounce back in the next campaign.

At the age of twenty-one I was still very young by football terms, and certainly much younger than some of those who I joined in the national team roster. I was surrounded by national legends, most notably former Ballon d'Or third placed attacking midfield maestro Jari Litmanen and Liverpool's defensive hero Sami Hyypiä. Both players had lifted the holy grail of the UEFA Champions League, as well as several other major trophies, but had never seized the opportunity of reaching a major international tournament. At the ages of thirty-six and thirty-four, respectively, the upcoming European Championships was their last chance of capping off remarkable careers in style.

It was a team dotted with quality, in truth, with the reliable Jussi Jääskeläinen in between the sticks and former Chelsea cult hero Mikael Forssell at the other end of the pitch. Experience and quality combined to give the national team their best ever set of players in history, with a worthy manager in Roy Hodgson at the helm. It ever there was a time to reach a major tournament, this was it.

Roy sat me down the day before the game against Portugal and explained to me that he planned on starting me in midfield, alongside Jari Litmanen and Markus Heikkinen. We had anticipated the Portuguese to line up with two midfielders and he asked for me to run them ragged and to keep their midfield under immense pressure and on the back foot as often as possible. It was a big ask for a player with no previous senior international experience but he trusted in my energy and my desire to do the necessary to win.

The importance of the fixture did not properly sink in until we began our pre-game warm-up. The stadium was full to the rafters a long time before kick off and the singing boomed from the stands. The crowd moved and spoke in unison, in support of the hosts. They truly defined how the fans could be the twelfth man. It was intimidating. It was beautiful. It was football.

Then kick-off came. It was us against them. Nothing else in the world mattered. Before the referee blew his whistle I looked towards the away fans where my father was. His face was lit up with pride. He gave me a nod of confirmation, as if to say 'this is the opportunity you craved, now take it'.

And take it I did. Within eight seconds I had upended Portugal's Miguel Veloso with a strong, but fair, challenge, sending the player to the ground and the ball out of play. I was immediately swarmed by the opposition who shoved me and screamed at me in a foreign tongue. Pepe and Bruno Alves were at the heart of it.

I was pulled away by Jari Litmanen, the calmest player on the pitch, as the referee immediately. Jari whispered words of encouragement in my ear, telling me to continue pressing their buttons. He turned and jogged backwards towards his position, winking at Pepe as he did so. His counterpart was left with a scowl of pure rage, as if he was a child who had been told he could have no more sweets.

The Portuguese were as graceful as they were aggressive, with Cristiano Ronaldo and Ricardo Quaresma offering flair and trickery on either side. They continuously attempted the extravagant but our rearguard, lead by the composed and alert Sami Hyypiä, reduced Portugal's opportunities to set-pieces. We were here to win and our performance in the opening minutes of the game showed that.

The first half so us create no more than a hand-full of chances as our attack was matched well by the hosts' rearguard, with Jari coming close with a wicked long-range effort while Forsell directed a back-post header agonisingly over the bar. We conceded two free-headers from set-pieces but Jussi was excellent in goals as he parried both away from danger.

We went into the dressing room at half-time with our tails up. We had matched the hosts, despite the awesomely-terrifying atmosphere, and looked more like scoring from open play. Roy kept us on our toes, however, and was not happy with the number of set-pieces we had conceded. While Ronaldo and Quaresma were infamous for feigning foul incursion, Roy pleaded with us not to present them with valid opportunity to do so.

We upped the tempo in the second half and pushed for the all-important goal, as did the hosts. They attacked and we defended well, then we attacked and they defended well. It was a complete contest between both sides as the game ran towards its conclusion.

Portugal boss Luiz Felipe Scolari seemed content with a share of the spoils and had set his team up to defend deep in the final stages of the game, allowing us to do all the attacking. We obliged, with wave-after-wave of crosses, long balls, short intricate plays and set-piece routines, but to no avail. The Portuguese held the door shut.

As the game creeped into stoppage time, we knew we had to give it all or nothing. Either we won and earned qualification or we didn't win and failed, once more. We upped the urgency and gave it everything we had.

Then came the drama. With Litmanen substituted midway through the second period, I had been handed the set-piece responsibilities. I lofted a deep free-kick into the penalty area where Sami was set to attack the ball but an eager Pepe left the 'Flying Finn' in a heap on the ground, with the ball sent back where it came from. As my team mates protested Pepe's challenge in the area to the ref, I controlled the ball on my chest before putting everything I had into one last strike at goal from all of thirty-five yards. The ball whistled, like an arrow, into the far top corner. We had done it, we had reached the European Championships.

I punched the sky and ran towards the away supporters with my arms aloft, roaring with ecstasy on my way. My fellow team-mates, including the subs, had swarmed me as celebrated what was surely the winning goal. It was a brilliant feeling. We had done it.

Except we hadn't. The ref was standing at the penalty spot, signalling that we were to take a penalty kick for the foul of Pepe on Sami. He had no interest in playing advantage, despite every Portuguese player looking to play on at the time. As soon as the goal had gone in, our opposition had argued with the ref to the point where he felt obliged to award the foul. My debut goal was chalked off, but we still had the opportunity from the penalty spot.

Up stepped Mikael Forssell, a man who had stepped up to the challenge so many times. But this time was different. We thought the game was over and we had won. We felt cheated, and there was an unusual stir in the air. Even before he began his run-up, it was evident that the stars had aligned to deny us what we craved so much. Forssell's spot kick was tipped wide by Ricardo and the referee blew the full-time whistle. The game had finished nil-nil; a good result and a strong performance but it was not enough for us to achieve the qualification we coveted so dearly. The dream was over.

Comment Section

ScottT, I've always been envious of your writing ability, to be honest!
Jack, he's an authorative figure! Thank you for the kind words.

Previous Update: #2 - Rite of Passage
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Another great update Justice, looking forward to more of the same !
This is bloody incredible writing, I can tell how much you’re putting into this with every update. I was going to say I’d be surprised if Finland were to get to their first ever major tournament in 2008... I guess that task could be left up to you in the future.

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