Venezuela is not a country whit loads of football players, "Real Footballers" i mean. Out of nowhere, a venezuelan man appers with tons of knowledge but zero experience. A guy who think that can understand about the game, the passion for a shirt, the devotion to a badge, the intensity of a derby, the fury of the "hinchada" singing songs about a dream. His name is Carlos La Rotta and he wants only one thing. To be the Real Football Manager. Like a RockN'Rolla, "People ask the question... what's a Football Manager? And I tell 'em - it's not about trainings, youngsters, and transfer budget, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the cups, others the derby game, the glamour, or the fame. But a Football Manager, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real Football Manager wants the fucking lot."