Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at an FM story. I've been an avid player of the genre since 2004, starting with CM 04, before moving to FM 05 and the rest is history really. I generally play in the English leagues, but for this one I've decided to start local, in the Australian A-League, with my favored club, the Melbourne Heart. I'm not sure on the game specs and the leagues running (I didn't note them down), but I can provide that info later if anyone feels like it is integral to the story.
I've played ahead, to ensure that at times where I can't play as much, I still have stuff to post, so I'm basically writing it as it happens and releasing it bit by bit. And if you're wondering, the name I've used in game isn't my real name, but if you're wondering how to pronounce the name "Xuereb" it's, "Sch-wer-eb".
Those familiar with the real life Melbourne Heart story will know I've changed a few things (in the story, not the game) to accommodate my arrival.
Hope you enjoy it! Feedback and criticism welcome...
A Journey Begins...
Crippling knee injuries ended my career at 29. After a less than noteworthy playing career, drifting from the semi-professional leagues of Victoria, Australia, as well as short stints with professional clibs in the old National Soccer League, the time had come to get back into football. Never quite earning enough to live off of football alone in my playing days, besides the occasional season of NSL football, I was somewhat familiar with the hand to mouth lifestyle of the football nomad.
This was different though. In my playing days, even when I knew my chance at a big career as a player had past, there was always football. Always. Sure, the money was shit, the football was crap and the politics were frustrating, but through all that, there was still football. There was still that 90 minutes of bliss, once or twice a week, where all that other stuff meant nothing. Take that away though, and suddenly everything gets to you a bit more. The nagging from your boss is just that slightest bit louder. The monotony of the 9-5 is just that tad more unbearable.
Enough’s enough, if you can’t play find something else. Coach or scout, hell, clean boots if you have to, just get back into the game.
And sure enough I did. I returned to my old hunting ground, Sunshine George Cross, who at the time were still in the Victorian Premier League. They took me on as part of the senior coaching staff with open arms after my playing time there, and so begun what didn’t look like all that much of a career in coaching.
Little did I know, however, that three years later, here I would be, facing the media at AAMI Park, as the manager of the newly formed Melbourne Heart.
Set to embark on only their second season after a somewhat disappointing debut campaign under Dutchman John van’t Schip, their preparations for their second season was thrown into disarray when van’t Schip announced he would be returning to Holland. The first season might not have gone to plan, I was part of the coaching staff, but no one wanted to see Johnny leave. He was a fine coach, with a distinguished career as a player, and his coaching was world class. I learnt more just standing around watching him than I did as a player, or as a coach anywhere else. They don’t make them like the Dutch down here. They try, believe me, they try, but that guy was from another planet. You don’t head up AFC Ajax’s youth development programme for as long as he did, and with as much success as he did, unless you know your stuff.
Alas, he was gone, and the club suddenly had to find someone new.
The word from the top office immediately after was that they’d be looking for someone in Johnny’s mould. The truth is though, Mr. van’t Schip was a coup for the Heart. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but the fact of the matter is, finding someone with his pedigree and know-how in the game willing to move to the other side of the world, to take on a fledgling club in it’s second season, after a less impressive debut season, in a league with essentially no money, heavy squad restrictions and with little reputation was no mean feat. Simple as that.
Once the board realized that, they looked within Australia. Ange Postecoglu, who had just taken out the minor and major premierships with the Roar was the first target. A great man, with a great philosophy, he would have been a great choice. The board hoped to tempt him back to Melbourne, his home town, with a big money offer. For a while, it looked like it might happen, despite the competition from cross-town rivals Victory, but he eventually decided to stay where he was. Fair play too, everyone knows he is on the verge of something special in Brisbane. I wouldn’t have left either. A few others were contacted, but ultimately, no one wanted to leave where they were for a club like the Heart.
So, it was time for the last resort. In-house promotion.
Some suggested Aussie legend, John Aloisi, but even for all his experience, he had no coaching experience. He would go straight into the role of youth coach as planned. That essentially left two people. Ante Milicic and myself. I was certain they’d go for Ante. He was a much more distinguished player than I ever was, and he was always firmly number two under John. Maybe the board saw something in me, maybe Ante didn’t feel he was up to the task yet, but by hook or by crook, the job was offered to me.
It might not have seemed the greatest opportunity to many, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to knock it back. I accepted it on the spot.
So here I am.
Jason Xuereb. Melbourne Heart’s second ever manager.
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/HeartAccept.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/Livingthedream.png
Heart Info, Squad & Report
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/HeartInfo.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/Firstteamsquad.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/SquadReport.png
I've played ahead, to ensure that at times where I can't play as much, I still have stuff to post, so I'm basically writing it as it happens and releasing it bit by bit. And if you're wondering, the name I've used in game isn't my real name, but if you're wondering how to pronounce the name "Xuereb" it's, "Sch-wer-eb".
Those familiar with the real life Melbourne Heart story will know I've changed a few things (in the story, not the game) to accommodate my arrival.
Hope you enjoy it! Feedback and criticism welcome...
A Journey Begins...
Crippling knee injuries ended my career at 29. After a less than noteworthy playing career, drifting from the semi-professional leagues of Victoria, Australia, as well as short stints with professional clibs in the old National Soccer League, the time had come to get back into football. Never quite earning enough to live off of football alone in my playing days, besides the occasional season of NSL football, I was somewhat familiar with the hand to mouth lifestyle of the football nomad.
This was different though. In my playing days, even when I knew my chance at a big career as a player had past, there was always football. Always. Sure, the money was shit, the football was crap and the politics were frustrating, but through all that, there was still football. There was still that 90 minutes of bliss, once or twice a week, where all that other stuff meant nothing. Take that away though, and suddenly everything gets to you a bit more. The nagging from your boss is just that slightest bit louder. The monotony of the 9-5 is just that tad more unbearable.
Enough’s enough, if you can’t play find something else. Coach or scout, hell, clean boots if you have to, just get back into the game.
And sure enough I did. I returned to my old hunting ground, Sunshine George Cross, who at the time were still in the Victorian Premier League. They took me on as part of the senior coaching staff with open arms after my playing time there, and so begun what didn’t look like all that much of a career in coaching.
Little did I know, however, that three years later, here I would be, facing the media at AAMI Park, as the manager of the newly formed Melbourne Heart.
Set to embark on only their second season after a somewhat disappointing debut campaign under Dutchman John van’t Schip, their preparations for their second season was thrown into disarray when van’t Schip announced he would be returning to Holland. The first season might not have gone to plan, I was part of the coaching staff, but no one wanted to see Johnny leave. He was a fine coach, with a distinguished career as a player, and his coaching was world class. I learnt more just standing around watching him than I did as a player, or as a coach anywhere else. They don’t make them like the Dutch down here. They try, believe me, they try, but that guy was from another planet. You don’t head up AFC Ajax’s youth development programme for as long as he did, and with as much success as he did, unless you know your stuff.
Alas, he was gone, and the club suddenly had to find someone new.
The word from the top office immediately after was that they’d be looking for someone in Johnny’s mould. The truth is though, Mr. van’t Schip was a coup for the Heart. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but the fact of the matter is, finding someone with his pedigree and know-how in the game willing to move to the other side of the world, to take on a fledgling club in it’s second season, after a less impressive debut season, in a league with essentially no money, heavy squad restrictions and with little reputation was no mean feat. Simple as that.
Once the board realized that, they looked within Australia. Ange Postecoglu, who had just taken out the minor and major premierships with the Roar was the first target. A great man, with a great philosophy, he would have been a great choice. The board hoped to tempt him back to Melbourne, his home town, with a big money offer. For a while, it looked like it might happen, despite the competition from cross-town rivals Victory, but he eventually decided to stay where he was. Fair play too, everyone knows he is on the verge of something special in Brisbane. I wouldn’t have left either. A few others were contacted, but ultimately, no one wanted to leave where they were for a club like the Heart.
So, it was time for the last resort. In-house promotion.
Some suggested Aussie legend, John Aloisi, but even for all his experience, he had no coaching experience. He would go straight into the role of youth coach as planned. That essentially left two people. Ante Milicic and myself. I was certain they’d go for Ante. He was a much more distinguished player than I ever was, and he was always firmly number two under John. Maybe the board saw something in me, maybe Ante didn’t feel he was up to the task yet, but by hook or by crook, the job was offered to me.
It might not have seemed the greatest opportunity to many, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to knock it back. I accepted it on the spot.
So here I am.
Jason Xuereb. Melbourne Heart’s second ever manager.
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/HeartAccept.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/Livingthedream.png
Heart Info, Squad & Report
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/HeartInfo.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/Firstteamsquad.png
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h272/mg91_2006/FM/SquadReport.png