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Project: Burnie (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 40.5.5)

So this it it, I think as I sit on my tiny bed in my studio flat. My last 14 matches in Portugal (Or 15/16 if we do well). So far in my Angrense career, we've mainly gone up against lesser sides, but not anymore. I reckon, despite the media's predictions, that Barreirense are the weakest club in this group. Well, they're there or there abouts, admittedly I don't know enough about most of the other teams. But look at last season: Caldas and Camacha topped their relegation groups, União da Madeira were a Liga Pro side, Casa Pia lost in the Promotion play off, and Mafra and Leiria finished mid table in their Promotion Group. We finished 2nd in our relegation stage group and Barreirense were 3rd in theirs, so we'd probably be considered 2 of the weakest sides here. And our matches against Barreirense this season have been no walk in the park: They went ahead twice in Hero Creek and probably should have beaten us in Barreiro.

My point is that I'm worried. We'll face tougher opposition in the next few months than we have at any point during my Angrense reign and we need to be prepared for that. We start with a home match against Camacha. They're no doubt formidable opposition but I have to admit I've already got one eye on the following match - Away at Caldas. I feel like we'll need to go off-book for that match, and for a few other matches in this league, what with us being against some of the best Championship clubs and all.

I look around my flat to see that Meatloaf and Burnie are scrapping again. They're always scrapping. I've mentioned before what an arse hole Meatloaf is, in fact in a weird way I've built a career on what an arse hole he is. But every now and then, passive, patient Burnie has his day. Every now and then, while Meatloaf has the poor lad pinned down and dominated with his aggression, Burnie strikes back, catching his brother off guard.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

It's time for Project: Burnie.

With Project: Burnie we will play on the counter, luring our opposition into a false sense of security and dominance, and then striking quickly on the break with our claws out.

Our back 4 will be a wall in front of Azevedo's goal, as it has been for much of my time in Hero Creek. Their job will be simple in that I will not be asking them to do anything other than defend. To win the ball and hoof it clear. Miranda, Touré, Olivier and Aires will start as the most solid defenders I have at my disposal.

Our midfield will consist of a second bank of 4, because nothing says solidity like 2 banks of 4. The central midfielders, it won't shock you to know, will be Hurley and Benjamim. Hurley has proven in the past that he can play as more of a deep lying playmaker than an attacking midfielder, staying back to help out the defence, so that's what he'll be doing. Benjamim next to him will be doing what Benjamim does - Running his heart out between our box and theirs, being a nuisance and an option in equal measure.

Either side of our dynamic duo will be Amonike on right wing, taking on defenders and swinging crosses in like he does, and Kevin on the left, building up play less agressively. I want him to look to switch the play to Amonike, or play killer passes to one of our two strikers.

That's correct. Two strikers. I've rarely utilised a striking partnership in my career so far, but I feel like giving it a try. I have 3 good centre forwards at my disposal and it's about time I pair them up. Plus it's no good being solid at the back if we aren't equipped to threaten at the other end.

I pick Magina and Arruda. They're both able to do any job required of a centre forward: They can both link up play, run channels, get behind defences, hold the ball up and bring team mates into play. But I want their jobs to be clear in their mind, so Magina will lead the line and Arruda will be the deeper lying second striker, carving out chances and linking up play.

So there it is: Project: Burnie in all its glory. A more direct, higher tempo 4-4-2. We're going to need to hit some of these teams on the break, and this should do the job purrr-fectly.

OK fine, but if Meatloaf and Burnie were here they'd be laughing their little feline faces off.

PT Championship - Promotion Stage Group B (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 40.5)

So my decision has been made. I'm staying with Angrense. I'm pretty sure I've made the right decision, but of course if Borba sells Hurley and Magina in the next couple of days I'll feel like a bit of an idiot.

Because I'm staying, we'll need to get to know our new group: The Promotion Stage Group B.



Barreirense

From: Barreiro

Ground: Campo da Verderena

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 2nd in Group G, behind us

Last Season: 3rd in Relegation Stage Group G

Predicted: 6th

Rivals in Group B: N/A



Caldas

From: Caldas da Rainha

Ground: Campo da Mata

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 1st in Group E

Last Season: 1st in Relegation Stage Group F

Predicted: 8th

Rivals in Group B: Leiria (Fierce, Historic)



Camacha

From: Camacha

Ground: Complexo Desportivo da Camacha

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 2nd in Group H

Last Season: 1st in Relegation Stage Group B

Predicted: 7th

Rivals in Group B: N/A



Casa Pia

From: Lisboa

Ground: Estádio Pina Manique

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 2nd in Group F

Last Season: 2nd in Promotion Stage Group B, Lost 2-3 on aggregate to Sporting B in Promotion Play off

Predicted: 5th

Rivals in Group B: N/A



Leiria

From: Leiria

Ground: Estádio Municipal de Leiria

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 2nd in Group E

Last Season: 5th in Promotion Stage Group B

Predicted: 2nd

Rivals in Group B: N/A



Mafra

From: Mafra

Ground: Campo Dr. Mario Silveira

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 1st in Group F

Last Season: 4th in Promotion Stage Group B

Predicted: 3rd

Rivals in Group B: N/A



União da Madeira

From: Ribeira Brava

Ground: Centro Desportivo da Madeira

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 1st in Group H

Last Season: Relegated, 20th in Liga Pro

Predicted: 1st

Rivals in Group B: N/A



Oh, this is delicious. I have a few months left in Portugal and if I could have had my pick of any side to be put in a group with, do you know who I'd pick?

Of course you do.

I'd pick Caldas.

Caldas are more than an opposition team for me. They're more than a rival even. They're a metaphor. They are my Everest. My predecessor Eduardo Almeida couldn't beat them and they are the milestone that I set myself last year to prove that I was a worthy manager at this level. A win over Caldas would represent how far we've come and how far I've come. Last year they demolished our relegation stage group and they demolished us. But this time, to misquote Baddiel, Skinner & The Lightning Seeds, We are strong. We have grown.

Caldas are predicted to finish last in the group and we're predicted 4th, which already speaks volumes, but I want to see the official result in black and white when we beat them. I never got to become Franjo, Who Crushed Caldas, but I still can.

Remember when I took this job I made a slapdash overview of how the leagues work? I'll link it here so that you can get a refresher on how the promotion stage is structured.

https://wtfranjo.wordpress.com/2017/05/09/our-new-league-101-franjo-a-journeyman-story-ep12-5/

In short, we need a top 2 finish. Anything below that means we stay in the Championship, which seriously dampens my chances of being snapped up by a bigger side. A 2nd place finish means we'll play off against one of the Liga Pro sides for promotion, and a top place finish means we win promotion and we play off against the winner of group A to determine who wins the Championship.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and listen to Three Lions and Three Lions '98 on a loop for a few hours.

The Decision (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep40)

I've thought long and hard about where my future lies over the last couple of weeks. Miguel Borba has made it impossible for me to stay in the long term. His interference in the transfer market has cost us 2 fantastic, young, home grown footballers. And for a fraction of their true value. Yes, if Carlos Antunes makes it then Angrense might see some more cash. At least his deal includes several clauses and a big chunk of the next transfer fee. The thing that makes this so much worse is that he accepted a bid for Batista that is not only £20k less than other bids we have received, but also includes no future clauses whatsoever. In his greed he's potentially cheated Angrense and himself out of a lot of money.

Borba has set a precedent. I'm pretty sure that it's a matter of when, not if, he accepts derisory bids for star striker Cristiano Magina, his potential replacement Renato Silva, and all of the other players that are in demand. This makes my long term future absolutely impossible.

Having said that, I have unfinished business with this club. I want to see them through the promotion stage. And I need to be smart. I was so, so close to resigning, but who's going to want me right now? I'm pretty sure the best case scenario is a sideways step to a similar club and I'll have to get to know them and shape them all over again. The worst case scenario is another few months on the dole, and then a move to a worse club.

So here's the plan: I'm going to stay. I'm going to keep well away from Borba and get Os Heróis promoted despite him. After promotion I will be headhunted by a bigger side. And when I accept their offer, I'm going to bid pennies for Magina, Hurley, Silva, Kevin, Benjamim, Olivier and all the other good players at this club. And Borba's going to accept my offers because he's a stupid, useless arse hole.

Of course, this all hinges on my ability to win promotion. I've made my mind up: I will let my contract run down and I will leave at the end of the season. If we go up, I should be fine, but if I fail to win promotion my future may still be bleak. Yes, we've won 15 out of 18 matches in the first phase of the Championship, but as I said way, way back at the start of the season, our group was weak. Astonishingly weak. We're now going up against the best teams the Championship has to offer, and we need to finish in the top 2 in our group of 8.

Am I apprehensive? Yes.

Will I relish the challenge? Yes.

Do I back us to pull it off? Fucking right I do.

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A Lot To Think About (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep39)

My immediate urge once I left Angrense's training ground was to jump on a plane. I'm livid. After initially backing down in January, The Chairman has followed through in selling one of our brightest young talents behind my back. I very nearly resigned, but I'm going to take our week off as an opportunity to think. I'll make a decision on my future before the Promotion stage starts.

In the meantime, I give Pedro the reigns so that I can sort my head out. He'll take control of training this week, and of the friendly I've set up against Norwegian Premier League side Fredrikstad on Sunday. The only thing that I need to do this week is sign a replacement for Antunes in case I decide to stay. I've also told Hélder Arruda he can leave in search of first team football, but I'm not answering the bloody phone. Borba can sort that for him seeing as he's so keen on shipping my players out.

I spend most of the week before our friendly wandering around Hero Creek, doing nothing in particular. I arrange a few trials for different players, which probably means that I'll need to show up at training at some point to assess them, but that can wait.

I decide to watch our friendly against Fredrikstad. It's a home tie so I may as well. I don't want Pedro or the team to know, so I get Nuno to sneak me into Estádio Municipal de Angra do Heroismo without anybody seeing. I want to watch the team not as a Manager, but as a fan. I want a sign. Something to tell me what I should do.

When the stands are partially filled and the teams come out onto the pitch, I look through them one by one. This is the first time I've given Pedro control over team selection and I'm interested to see how he'll line up.

Serginho in net, fair enough. Miranda, Oliveira, Olivier, Coelho across the back. Bit of a weird choice playing the man who's already agreed a move, but OK, I'm onboard otherwise. I'm then surprised to see that Pedro has opted for a midfield entirely made up of trialists. Starting in the double pivot are the short but ferocious box to box midfielder António Gonçalves, whose parent club Sheffield Wednesday have allowed him to join up with us for a few weeks, and Nicolas Garmendia, a skilful playmaker on trial from Udinese. In front of them from right to left are Al Hassan Lamin, a big powerful winger from Lazio, Domingos Quina, a quick and tricky playmaker from West Ham United, and Asumah Abubakar, a similarly quick and tricky striker or winger from Willem II. Hélder Arruda leads the line. This should be interesting.

It's a good match from an Angrense point of view. We dominate entirely. I expected us to struggle against a side from the top tier in Norway, but we play well, especially the trialists.

Al Hassan Lamin scores an excellent goal to break the deadlock in the 2nd half, dribbling round a couple of defenders before placing the ball into the far corner from outside the box. Abubakar doubles our lead after he runs behind the Fredrikstad defence, latches onto a Garmendia pass and slots the ball home. Armstrong pulls one back with a superb volley, but we hold on for the win.


I'm impressed, but more importantly the match excites me. I find myself still jumping up when we score, still pumping my fist and singing Vamos Heróis with the fans. I still love this place. I just don't know whether I can carry on at the helm. This has given me a lot to think about.

For now though, I want to bring in a few of these trialists. They're all at comparatively huge clubs and we've got no chance of signing them permanently, so I make loan bids for Al Hassan Lamin, Domingos Quina and Asumah Abubakar. I consider bidding for António Gonçalves, but to be fair we've already got Rúby in the same mould and his game time is limited as it is. All 3 bids are accepted but in the end, Hassan Lamin and Abubakar reject the opportunity to join us, leaving Domingos as our lone loan signing. He's the important one to be fair. We needed an attacking midfielder most of all.

As we move towards the first match of the Promotion Stage, and with my decision looming, I get a phone call. It's Pedro. He's heard from one of the board members that Borba has sold Fernando Batista. I sigh. I'm not at all surprised, but he may have just made my decision for me.

The drama doesn't stop today!

Franjo Vs Borba - Part 2 (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 38.5)

I received a phone call this morning from Carlos Antunes. I'm not sure what it could be about and we've got no training today, but it sounded urgent so I've come into our training facility to meet him. I'm there a few minutes before him so I pour a couple of glasses of water and wait in my office.

"Carlos!" I smile when he enters the room. "What's going on mate?" I cringe slightly at myself. I suddenly feel like the kind of teacher who sits backwards on his chair in order to "relate". Carlos looks uncomfortable as he sits down.

"I would like to ask your permission to join Guimarães." He blurts out.

I'm taken aback. I didn't expect this. "Ok." I say, after a short pause. An awkward silence engulfs the room for a few moments. My mind's gone blank. "Big club!" I say eventually, to break the tension. He nods. "I get it," I tell him. And I do. "All I would say is take your time." I say seriously. "You're our starting number 10, you're at the top of the pecking order here. Why don't you stay until the end of the promotion stage, keep playing and developing, and then we'll have a look at Guimarães in the summer?"

"But I want to win trophies" he replies immediately. He's almost pleading.

"Being a key player in a championship winning side would be a great thing for a young lad like you to have on your CV."

"I want to win real trophies!" he blurts out again. I don't really have a response to that.

"Look, I'll let you go in the summer Carlos."

"But I want to..."

"Carlos!" I cut across him sternly. "I am your Manager and you are an SC Angrense player. You'll go in the Summer." He looks angry. He looks like he's about to cry. "I'll see you at training tomorrow" I tell him, as kindly as I can. Carlos storms out of the room.

The next morning as I walk into training, I look for Antunes. I want to apologise. I think I could have handled our conversation better than I did. But he's not at training. He's the only one missing. Now this really annoys me. It's one thing wanting to move for your career or trophies, but I won't tolerate players being unprofessional. Whether he's late or making some kind of stand, it's not on. I head inside to look for him but Nuno stops me before I get to the door.

"Idiota Inglesa!" He looks genuinely quite annoyed.

"Not now, Nuno. I'll talk to you later." I mutter as I squeeze past him and through the door. I start to walk down the corridor.

"Why do you sell the kid, Inglês?" Nuno calls after me. I stop in my tracks and turn back to him.

"Excuse me? What kid?" I demand.

"The kid, Carlos! You sell our best players Inglês!"

I don't wait for him to finish his sentence, I march to Borba's office door and throw it open. Borba doesn't look up. He's doing some paperwork at his desk. "Where's Antunes?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"Guimarães." He says lazily, still not looking up. "I told you Franjo, this is my..." His words fade away as I walk back down the corridor. I don't look at the players as I walk past the training pitch. I don't acknowledge Pedro as he tries to stop me at the main entrance of our training ground. I don't look back as I walk through the car park, and out into the world.

Treppenwitz (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep38)

Do you want to know what my favourite German word is?

Of course you do. It's Treppenwitz. It translates literally as Staircase Joke, and it's the word for that moment when you think of the perfect joke, but a few minutes too late. The moment has passed and the conversation has ended, but bloody hell, it would've been good if you'd thought of it at the time. But Treppenwitz also has other applications. It can be the comeback to an insult that comes to you too late, or the showstopper in a huge argument that you lose because you didn't think of it. And today, just between us, Treppenwitz is the word that you use when you think of the perfect way to hammer a snotty little Portuguese football club into the ground, but too late. They've already bored you to death and snatched a point. But today is special. Today we get another chance.

Pinhalnovense have made themselves a special space in my brain, a space usually reserved for Big Brother, the last season of Scrubs, and everybody who plays the drop-in matches in FIFA Pro Clubs. I don't just want to beat them, I need to. I need this. I need Pinhalnovense fans up and down the land to recoil whenever they hear my name. I need their Manager, João Sousa, to leave under a cloud, and to be booed down the street wherever he goes forever more. I need our handful of travelling fans to shower me with confetti and dub me the King of Portugal.

So what's the secret formula? What's old Franjo going to pull from his sleeve and lay on the table?

Nothing.

Bear with me.

For the home tie against Pinhalnovense I should have told us to attack more. We should have been more open and committed more men forward to break through the bus that was parked across the goal line. As the away side, I'm not going to have us attack. I'm going to play our bog standard Meatloaf. Pinhalnovense, being the home side, will do all the adjusting for us. They'll come out at us as home sides generally do and open themselves up, letting us waltz right through.

It's beautiful isn't it? We're adjusting to their playstyle by not adjusting at all. Of course, they could just do exactly what they did in Hero Creek, in which case we will actually have to adjust. Also, Magina is on the verge of another record. This time he's about to get a record number of Player of the Match awards

Within 2 minutes of the match kicking off, Amonike gets away down the right and drills a cross in for Antunes, who smashes us ahead.

10 minutes later Pinhalnovense are actually making a game of it though, and a good passing move is capped with a Grou through ball and a tidy Fidalgo finish.

Half way through the first half we're back ahead, when Benjamim sends Kevin through on the right, and the vie captain runs inside before slotting the ball under the keeper. Back ahead and this is the polar opposite of the last time these teams met.

As the half goes on, we pull away more and more from Pinhalnovense and we start to run rings round them. As we approach the 40 minute mark, Magina chips the ball to Kevin on the right, and he whips a ball from the byline to the far post, where Amonike easily makes it 3-1.

Pinhalnovense, who are actually starting to earn back my respect, soon close the gap though. From a well worked free kick, Pires passes short to Outtara, who dribbles forward to the edge of the area and hammers the ball into the top corner.

At half time I encourage the team. I want more goals. But we don't fashion another chance until there's 15 minutes to go, when Olivier drills the ball forward and Magina runs through on goal, but his low drive is blocked by Melo.

A few minutes later, Kevin is brought down on the right wing, just outside the area. Amonike whips a cross in and Lassina Touré guides a good header back across goal to score our 4th and hopefully put the match to bed.

In the dying minutes, Magina puts Hurley through and the attacking midfielder runs powerfully through on goal, but he skies his left footed shot.

https://youtu.be/XSXBNTAfBs8

When the final whistle goes, I shake Sousa's hand and smile, before applauding our 2 fans that have made the journey, and then the hundreds of Pinhalnovense fans. I'll give them that one. That was a great game with some quality football and I've gained a great deal of respect for our opposition.

We finish the first phase of the Championship undefeated, with 48 points out of a possible 54. Now there's just the small matter of the Promotion Stage to deal with.

No Fuss (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep37)

Miguel Oliveira is off in the Summer. I thought I'd rip that bandage off as quickly as possible to spare you the heart ache. I lost faith in Miguel's ability about 5 or 6 matches after I arrived and was not planning on offering him a new contract, so Panachaiki have swooped in and arranged to whisk him away to Greece on a free transfer. Good luck to him. If he throws plates half as well as he throws away his marking responsibilities he'll be fine.

Annoyingly, having just played Barreirense in Barreiro last week, we're now playing Fabril do Barreiro in Hero Creek. We could have stayed through and had a nice holiday there if we were playing at their place, but never mind.

Fabril are the team that play with that narrow diamond that prompts us to focus our play down the wings, so that's what we'll do. Diogo Coelho is better at going forward than Mauro Aires, so he comes in at left back, Fernando Batista keeps his place on the wing after helping to rescue a point for us last week, and Renato Silva starts. I want to give him another chance seeing as the benched Cristiano Magina is sulking.

After half an hour, nothing has really happened. I'm getting quite tired of our poor first half performances, so I tell the team to attack. We may as well go for it against these.

5 minutes later, it's clear that our right back, Vitor Miranda, has received the message. He finds himself on the edge of the Fabril box and chips the ball to Hurley. With 2 touches, Hurley brings the ball down brilliantly and skilfully uses the outside of his boot to send the ball fizzing in off the post. That man just oozes class. I take a deep swig from my water bottle. The water tastes sweet. Almost like vindication.

When half time rolls around I tell my Heróis to drop back slightly stop attacking quite as often. We have the lead now and all we need to do is protect it. I don't want us leaving ourselves open at the back.

The 2nd half is a quiet affair. On the hour mark a Coelho corner is headed in by Olivier to double our lead in the simplest way possible. I bring on Rúby and Ávila shortly afterwards but they don't have much of an impact. We happily let the clock tick away and leave with another 3 points.

https://youtu.be/SuxX9LdLuJ8

That was one of those matches that just sort of happens. We got what we wanted with no fuss whatsoever. I'm fine with that at this stage in the season. Let's hope for a carbon copy away at Amora.

What won't be a carbon copy though is our lineup. Aires comes back in for Coelho as we don't want our fullbacks pushing quite as high seeing as we're away. Rúby starts in place of Benjamim, who I think could use a kick up the arse as his performances are dropping. Amonike and Bruce Ávila start as a pair of orthodox wingers in place of Batista and Kevin, and Magina comes back in to lead the line. Watching the last match, I forgot that Silva was playing.

Quarter of an hour in, Magina releases Amonike down the right wing. The winger gets his cross into the 6 yard box where Ávila is arriving, but he gets it all wrong and heads wide from close range. I make a mental note to myself not to drop Kevin in future.

5 minutes later, Zé Miguel swings a deep cross from the right over to the far post. Afonso gets to the ball ahead of Miranda but can only cushion it unthreateningly into Azevedo's arms.

Just as I'm wracking my brains for something constructive to say in my half time team talk, Zé Miguel gets in the thick of it again, but this time he pulls Lassina Touré's shirt in the Amora area, granting us an injury time penalty. Magina steps up and confidently strokes it to the bottom left.

That actually makes my half time team talk incredibly easy. I tell them they look alright and ask them to go and get another to kill the game off.

Not 2 minutes later, Hurleys pass is knocked on first time by Amonike, and Magina places it into the bottom corner. Ask and you shall receive. I surely can't let Magina go.

With just over an hour gone, Zé Miguel lays the ball off and Vaz strikes it very sweetly from the edge of the area, but his shot cannons back off the bar.

That'll do as a warning. We revert to Heróis Original, Jaime Seidi replaces Hurley and joins Rúby in our withdrawn double pivot.

Rúby is jumping for joy now that Seidi is by his side. Unfortunately, you could describe the kind of jumping he's doing as "At Vaz's shins", and "With 2 feet". He's already booked but he picks up a straight red anyway.

I don't look at Rúby as he wanders towards the tunnel. I'm too busy talking Thiago up. He's nervous, and rightfully so, but I have faith that he'll do a job. He and Kevin replace Antunes and Ávila and our shape changes to more of a 4-2-3 with wingers.

We still have chances to further our lead after Rúby's red. About 10 minutes later, Amonike dances past Pardal and runs through on goal, but Ascenso saves well.

Just after that, our resident penalty magnet Lassina Touré gets brought down again, this time by Machade, and Magina has a chance to bag his hat trick. This time though, his penalty is tame and not far enough into the corner, and Ascenso gets to it pretty easily.

https://youtu.be/N_6boRYCw2U

I don't really care, the only difference as a result of CM9 missing that 2nd penalty is that he has to buy his own ball. We picked up another win, kept another clean sheet, and built up another bit of momentum to take with us into the Promotion Stage.

Now the only team that stands in the way of out unbeaten phase is "Boring, Boring Pinhalnovense". If it weren't for them we might be on for a 100% record in the first phase, and I want my revenge.

Back To Work (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep36)

Tears have been shed today. I imagine that back in my home country, the land of Big Ben, white cliffs and Spitfires, the national flag is flying at half mast. Sweden, of course, will be in just as mournful a mood. I spare a thought for the good people of Vellinge, where my name is mud and the burning of my likeness has become a local holiday. I know that wherever they are, Darius Vassell and Michael Ricketts are crying big, slow tears. The world of football has lost a strange but intriguing man. Enjoy your retirement, Sven.

Some awards have been dished out since our last match. Not Angrense-related awards, but global ones. And they all seem to follow a theme...

Despite Barcelona finishing 3rd in La Liga, Lionel Messi has had to build an extension to his trophy cabinet in order to store the Footballer of the Year, World Golden Ball and World Player of the Year awards. Mesut Özil will probably be slightly annoyed at finishing runner up 3 times despite guiding the Gunners to their first Premier League win in 12 years, and Luis Suarez completes the trio, placing 3rd in all 3 awards.

Unsurprisingly, they all took a place in the World Team of the Year too, forming the front 4 in a 4-2-3-1 with Neymar, the final component in Barça's MSN. Behind them is an extremely attacking central midfield partnership of Tottenham's Dele Alli and Manchester City's £39Million summer signing James Rodríguez. Bayern dominate the defensive positions, with Manuel Neuer joining defenders Jérôme Boateng and Mats Hummels. Real's Marcelo and Juve's Bonucci make up the XI.

This is it then. Back to work. If we pick up any kind of result from this match we should qualify for the Promotion stage with 3 games to spare. But a result here isn't a given. Barreirense put up a fight in Hero Creek, taking the lead twice before we finally turned the tables, and now we're travelling to Barreiro, a place that we're becoming rather familiar with thanks to the fact that seemingly half of our group is based there.

Hurley, although recovered from the injury sustained in our last match, is suspended for this one, so Rúby comes in alongside Benjamim. Batista, who I heroically rescued from being snapped up by a much bigger club yesterday, starts on the right.

3 minutes in, and after a good Barreirense move that culminates with a Santos through ball and a Caraballo shot that's saved by Azevedo, Olivier swings a foot at the ball to clear our lines, but only succeeds in smashing it against the striker's shins. The ball rolls over the line and they've taken the lead over us again.

Barreirense continue to dominate the first half but without making any sort of chances. On the half hour mark, I tell Os Heróis that we are to play on the counter. That evens the match out again, but it isn't until the stroke of half time that Antunes lays the ball off for Batista, whose whipped cross is accidentally turned in by Dujardin for the equaliser.

With 20 minutes to go, Breimyr picks up what I would describe as a soft 2nd yellow for getting too close to Kevin. Despite playing against 10 men, and despite the introductions of Coelho, Thiago and Silva in an attempt to take control of the match, we aren't able to find the winner.

https://youtu.be/-uuCc4SGm6Y

I'll take that. Not only do we qualify for the Promotion stage because of this point, but now we realistically only have to make it past Pinhalnovense on the final day to achieve an unbeaten phase. Well, Fabril do Barreiro and Amora too, but come on.

Franjo Vs Borba (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 35.5)

During our last training session before the Barreirense match, Miguel Borba comes walking onto the pitch. This is pretty unusual, he usually keeps his distance from the first team. He gives me a weak smile and a nod before turning back to the training pitch. "Fernando!" He shouts, "Come with me please."

Fernando Batista looks puzzled as he takes off his bib and runs over. Borba gestures for him to follow him inside.

"Miguel," I call after him. He doesn't turn around or stop walking. I jog after him, not knowing whether or not he's heard me. "Miguel," I repeat once I'm practically alongside him. He still doesn't acknowledge me. "Miguel, what's going on?"

Finally the chairman gestures to Fernando to keep going and turns to me, looking sheepish. He waits for Fernando to walk inside and around a corner. "We've accepted an offer, Franjo. Belenenses have made an improved bid for Batista and we're selling." I laugh for a moment. I can't tell whether he's joking or just confused.

"No we haven't", I smile. "I haven't accepted any bids for Fernando." Borba is avoiding eye contact with me.

"No Franjo, I have accepted their bid." He turns to continue walking. I stand there, frozen for a moment. Did I mishear this entire thing? Am I hallucinating again? Is this one of my weirdly relevant dreams?

No, this is definitely real. Miguel steps inside and around a corner. I sprint after him. "YOU'VE DONE FUCKING WHAT?" I roar from the doorway. My eyes are wide and I think I feel like I'm turning red. I turn the corner as Borba stops and turns back to me, guilt written all over his stupid face.

"This is my club, Franjo," he says with a hint of sadness. "I'm selling him."

I'm aware that I'm not blinking. I'm just staring straight at Borba. "How much?" I mutter.

"£23.5k, rising to £54k." He makes eye contact with me for a moment, then stares back at the ground.

"£54k?!" I laugh, as a wide, maniacal smile stretches across my face, "That's not even the most we've been offered!" He continues to look at the floor. My smile fades but I'm still staring. Still not blinking. "Pull the plug." I tell him, as calmly as I can.

"I can't." He mumbles.

"You can. Pull the bloody plug, Miguel. Reject the offer. I've not said no 200 times just for you to go over my head like this." He says nothing. "What happened to bringing the youth through?" He still says nothing.

"Miguel, if Fernando walks out the door today I'll be right behind him." The words just sort of fall out. They echo just for a moment, and then the two of us are stood in silence. I think I'm serious. I'm not 100% sure but I think I am. "We could have a good crack at promotion here but I won't work for a Chairman who sells my most promising players behind my back".

Borba looks up at me. I glare back at him. I think he sees on my face how serious I am. He sighs, walks into his office, and reemerges a few seconds later with Batista in tow. Batista looks at me. He seems extremely confused.

"Come on, mate," I say calmly. "Back to training."

Fernando walks past me and back outside. As the sound of his studs clacking on the concrete outside fades away, I look at Borba, who is actually looking right back at me now. He has a quizzical look on his face, like he's trying to solve a riddle. Without another word, I turn and follow Fernando outside towards the training pitch.

Sick (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep35)

I reach across to the bedside table for my phone. Finding Pedro's name in my contact list, I dial the number. The phone rings twice before Pedro picks up the phone. "Hello?" He asks.

"Pedro," I croak, before coughing down the line, "I won't be coming in for the match today. I'm very sick." I cough again.

"Oh no," comes Pedro's reply, " What's wrong?" I pause for a moment.

"That's not important," I mumble. "Just keep me updated will you?"

"Of course," says Pedro. I hang up without saying goodbye, like in the films.

I know this is highly unorthodox, but I really can't make it in today. I have a very generic and non-specific illness that will keep me out for exactly 1 match. When you think about it, it's amazing how rare it is that Managers miss a match through illness. It really is. Surely we're allowed to pick up the odd stomach bug or bout of flu. I genuinely can't think of a single time this has happened off the top of my head, but here we are.

One of the symptoms of my illness is that every time I drift off to sleep, I have the same dream: I go to Viana's stadium, I pick the team, I start the match, and then everything freezes and I wake up. It's really odd. I guess it does make a change from the other recurring dream I've been having. The one on top of Pico das Cruzinhas. The one where I'm falling...

That reminds me actually, I haven't picked the team. I scribble a quick text to Pedro:

Pedro, team for today:

MEATLOAF

Azevedo, Miranda, Touré, Olivier, Coelho, Benjamim, Hurley, Batista, Antunes, Kevin, Magina

Cheers,

Franjo

It takes quite a long time to write. I keep deleting Magina, writing Silva, then deleting Silva and writing Magina. This goes on for a while. You probably have questions, so let me answer the easy one first. Serginho started the season strongly but hasn't been particularly impressive of late. I definitely don't blame him for Belenenses knocking us out of the Taça de Portugal but in general he's given me no reason to keep him as our undisputed number 1. Azevedo gets a chance to steal the shirt today.

Magina... Magina is a good striker. He threw his toys out the pram during the summer but we didn't have any matches so I didn't need to drop him. The fact is that I want to keep our good run of league results going. Our performances have been dropping but I don't want to chop my nose off to spite my face. We might end up losing a match if I keep CM9 sidelined, and it would be purely because of my pride. I'll take the knock to my pride and keep plugging away for an unbeaten first phase. Plus, it would be unfair to rush Silva into first team football when he's not ready, and Arruda's making his own noises about wanting to leave for first team football. Magina starts.

Pedro actually does pretty well. He keeps me updated on the key events and I fear for the worst when Pipas opens the scoring for Viana, but Magina bags a goal either side of half time to get us the win. He also gives a rare substitute appearance to Wilson Dias. Well in Pedro.

https://youtu.be/QFdgZ6qVV4U

Luckily, I'm fighting fit for the next match - At home against Despertar. They're doomed to the relegation stage, having lost over half of their matches and sitting in 6th.

We just need to avoid defeat today, and then 4 more times after Christmas to complete our unbeaten phase. We go unchanged. We go Meatloaf.

With less than 4 minutes gone, Batista sends a cross in from the right and Hurley puts us ahead with a simple finish.

It's a cagey half but before half time we get a 2 goal cushion when Antunes sets up Hurley for his 2nd, a significantly more impressive strike from the edge of the area.

The 2nd half is not entirely impressive by either side. Paulo Cézar goes relatively close a couple of times, dragging a shot wide from the edge of the area before bobbling a bizarre 30 yard shot comfortably into the arms of Azevedo. Apart from that, we are not troubled. Hurley picks up a knock but he'll be back for the next match.

https://youtu.be/MbnPHcwC1hc

With that win, we officially qualify for the Promotion stage of the PT Championship. We're 11 points clear of Barreirense and 13 points clear of Moura. This season so far has been absolutely outstanding.

And that's it for December. Christmas is only a week away, and after that's out of the way it's time for January. January is a huge, huge month. We face Barreirense first, the closest team we have to a rival, followed by presumably simple ties agains Fabril and Amora, and we finish the month against those bastards Pinhalnovense. The team who first cost us our winning streak. It's going to be a hell of a month.

Silva Lining (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep34)

I jolt awake once again. I keep having the same dream over and over. I'm walking up the gravel path towards Monte Brasil, watching the clouds change colour and shape above me. I keep walking, climbing higher and higher up the winding path. For a while a golden retriever appears and trots happily alongside me, before disappearing into thin air. The dream always ends the same way. I reach the pinnacle of Pico das Cruzinhas. I get to the view point overlooking Hero Creek but something's wrong. Somebody's there... or something's there. And then I'm falling, and the ground is rushing forward to meet me... I try to hold onto the memory of my dream but it just keeps slipping out of my grasp.

As my eyes adjust to the light I remember that I'm on the plane, travelling to our next match. Aljustrelense aren't a particularly threatening opponent. They're sitting 7th in our group, level with Évora, Viana and Amora below them on 7 points. So really, they're joint last. They've won 1 match out of 10 so we should be brushing them aside.

Mind you, our first loss of the season has thrown me off slightly. I feel like we need an injection to get us going again, to ensure that we don't start to spiral. In a departure from my usual starting lineup, I bring in Coelho, a potentially very good fullback that I've largely ignored so far since signing him, Rúby, a potentially very good ball winner that hasn't been able to break into our solid midfield, and Batista, a winger that's chock-full of potential and who I just think could do with the playing time.

Ok I'm worried. This is the 4th league match in a row where we've offered absolutely S.F.A in the first half. At least against Belenenses we started well before falling off a cliff. The first thing of note that happens is in the 54th minute, when André Luís takes a dislike to Hurley and so tries to break his leg with a 2 footed lunge, earning himself a straight red. A few minutes later I bring off Batista and replace him with Amonike, in the hopes that fresh legs against 10 men will make something happen.

And something does happen, although I can't really credit the substitution. With 25 minutes to go Rúby receives the ball on the edge of the area after Coelho's chip from the left, and drills a shot into the bottom corner to put us ahead.

10 minutes later I bring on Renato Silva for Magina. That does the trick. Just a couple of minutes later, the young striker's shot is blocked and Amonike gets to the rebound and doubles our lead.

Shortly afterwards, Silva gets a goal for himself, drilling the ball home after a Hurley pass set him up.

And pretty much straight from kick off, Antunes plays a long ball over the top, Silva beats Dias to the ball and slots it home. 4-0.

I bring on Wilson Dias for a rare appearance in place of Antunes, and Liu Yuhao goes close to pulling a goal back with a shot that just flies wide, but it's not until injury time that Aljustrelense start to threaten. Matthew Silva cracks a shot against the post from 25 yards, and then Mota's volley from a corner is blocked on the line by Miranda.

https://youtu.be/S8ur0ZUoZGg

I'm not happy. Yes that's silly. We won 4-0, but should I be happy with that? Can I be? Should I get the team a big card that says "Congrats on eventually beating one of the worst teams in the group after they had a man sent off"? I am impressed however with Renato Silva. After he showed such pre-season promise, culminating with a debut goal, he's dropped off disappointingly, but he came on, scored 2 and inadvertently set up another to add some gloss and spare the rest of the team's blushes.

I receive a pleasantly surprising call later in the week. As it turns out, I've been given the Manager of the Month award for November! And not even out of our group, out of the entire Championship! I'll take that.

I've also been keeping a closer eye than usual on our Under 19 side lately. I'm aware that I picked the 3 most promising youth players when they came through our academy and have given them, and them alone, chances in the first team. I wasn't entirely comfortable with the fact that I hadn't given more youngsters a go so I've been following my youth team's progress to look out for anyone else that's deserving of a chance. Meet Thiago.

Thiago has been on my radar for a little while. He's not quick, he's got some maturing and some technical development to do, but my God he's been putting in the performances for the Under 19's. He'll come in on the bench for the Évora match.

In other news, guess who wants to leave again? Good old CM9.

"I'm growing tired of this, Cristiano." I told him bluntly when he came to see me. I understand why he wants to join Levadeiakos, they're 3rd in the Greek Superleague. But I can't let him go. Maybe at the end of the Season things will be different. Maybe if we win promotion we'll be able to bring in a good enough replacement, but we've got no chance of getting one while we're in the Championship. Selling him might solve the problem of Hélder Arruda though. I've not been able to give him nearly as much game time as I'd like, but I don't think he could step into Magina's shoes. And besides, until a team makes me a decent offer, keeping him is a no-brainer. We've still not had any advance on £30k.

Anyway, to cut a long story short we had a row. He told me he could make my life very difficult if I forced him to stay and I told him that he's dropped for the Juventude Évora match.

Speaking of, 3 cheers for them winning their first match of the season! They just bagged a 2-0 victory at home against Despertar, moving themselves up to 8th in the league.

I'm just about fed up with my "First Team" offering nothing in the first half of games, so I'm making mass changes. Will I use this match as a chance to give first team opportunities to players who haven't featured much this season? Yes. Is it a risk against a team with new found confidence and perhaps even momentum? Try not to think about it.

We'll hit them down the flanks and we'll hit them fast. Serginho starts, but I'm even considering his place. His performance against Belenenses wasn't the best. Serpa, Seidi (Our captain for the day), Olivier and Xéxé start across the back. Benjamim and Hurley keep their places in the centre, with Amonike, Antunes and Ávila behind Renato Silva. Magina watches from the stands.

There is early action, but not the kind that we want. Pereira slams a free kick off the bar after 17 minutes to put us on edge, and with 25 minutes gone, Ruizinho latches onto a Pestana through ball but shoots wide of the near post. The visitors are doing all of the threatening so far.

5 minutes later though, Hurley passes inside for Renato Silva, who rifles the ball in from 20 yards. That's more like it. That's 3 goals in 40 minutes from Renato now, if he keeps up that kind of goalscoring record I'll pay for Magina's flight to Greece myself.

Unfortunately our lead doesn't last long. 10 minutes in fact. Benjamim slides in well to win the ball from Ruizinho, but Pestana picks up the loose ball and puts it in the bottom corner to equalise.

On the stroke of half time, Silva releases Benjamim inside the area, but the keeper closes down the angle well and saves his shot.

As we make our way tentatively into the second half, I bring on Coelho as a more attacking alternative to Xéxé, and Kevin for Ávila, who has had a quiet game.

Only a few minutes later, we break forward. Amonike gets away down the right wing, reaches the byline and drills the ball across goal. It goes through to Kevin at the far post, who shoots - straight at the post. The rebound comes back to him and this time he chips it back across goal. Amonike gets to it - and hits the other post. This isn't going to be our day, is it?

With quarter of an hour to play, it's Évora who have the final chance: Ruizinho plays through Pestana, who gets free in the box, but Coelho charges down his close range shot. I bring on Arruda for Amonike, but the rest of the match just flies by.

https://youtu.be/JfNttj7Cv6s

On one hand, I'm not happy. Of course I'm not. We've drawn our 2nd match of the season and it's against lowly Évora. On the other, I can't really blame anyone but myself. My mass changes didn't pay off apart from Silva's goal. We were unlucky with the Kevin/ Amonike incident, but we still should have won that.

The Beautiful Game (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep33)

I've had a pretty exciting week. Most of it has been spent preparing for our home hame against Moura, but on Friday Miguel Borba paid for the 2 of us to fly out to Senegal, where we watched their World Cup Qualifying loss against Burkina Faso. There were plenty of familiar faces: Sadio Mané, Idrissa 'Gana' Gueye, Khouma Babacar and Bertrand Traoré to name a few. Unfortunately, Burkina Faso's number 14, Lassina Touré, didn't make his international bow, but I'm still very proud and it'll have been an incredibly valuable experience for him. Here's hoping he can keep his form up and make the next squad too.

Moving on to domestic matters then, and our own CM9 is closing in on an SC Angrense assist record. He's picked up 9 so far and we're not even half way through the season, so I'm confident that he can break Jordanes Medeiros' record of 10 assists in a single campaign. But can he break it today when we welcome Moura to our place?

Moura leapfrogged Pinhalnovense a couple of weeks ago and now sit behind Barreirense in 3rd. I'm still wary of them, because they must be doing something right. Thinking back to our first match of the season, you might think that a 2-0 away win with 10 men would mean we'd thrash them with a full team and home advantage. But that match wasn't at all comfortable, and it was only Renato Silva's late debut goal that added gloss to the scoreline. Plus, they only lost that match and the one that followed against Amora, they've not been beaten since. These are not to be underestimated. Meatloaf, anyone?

Well what a mess. Another half where we barely threaten. Half an hour in, Antunes hits the post after Kevin squares it for him from the right, but apart from that it's been 45 minutes that nobody involved will remember fondly. To make matters worse, the first 20 minutes of the 2nd half are just as bad.

Fuck it. I've never made a triple substitution before but I need to communicate my unhappiness. The youthful trio of Batista, Ávila and Silva replace Amonike, Kevin and Magina.

One of the first things Ávila does is swing a corner to the far side of the area. Conceição comes to head it away but mistimes his jump and doesn't connect. The ball falls just behind him to Fernando Batista, who hits the ball left footed on the volley. I watch on, mouth agape, as the ball flies past the keeper and into the back of the net.

They've done in under 4 minutes what the more established players failed to do in over an hour, and in absolutely fantastic style. Fun fact: The number of minutes played when we opened the scoring was the same as the combined age of our front 4: 69.

With quarter of an hour to go the match has finally come alive. Moura put together a decent move but Ávila breaks away on the counter. He gets it to Hurley, who passes to Silva, and he lays it off for Batista... as I watch Fernando smash the ball into the top corner from the edge of the area, I'm confused more than anything. I'm impressed, don't get me wrong, but I never thought he had this kind of goal in him. I watched him spurn 2 excellent chances against Amora not too long ago and now he's like a young Ryan Giggs. He's scored a ridiculous brace today.

With 10 minutes to go, Dinis latches onto a Bacan through ball and jabs it past Serginho, but we see the game out. I'm becoming worryingly used to this sensation of being very very impressed with certain players and being not at all impressed with others. I'll never get that first hour back but Batista's goals were the kind that justify the entry fee into Estádio Municipal de Angra do Heroismo.

https://youtu.be/7r0nBEX_OMw

Next up is our Taça de Portugal match against Belenenses, a Liga Nos side, but not a good one. They're 15th in the league, having lost 6 of their 11 matches so far, but they'll still be heavy favourites by virtue of being 2 leagues above us.

I'm not worried. I have genuine faith in this side. They let me down from time to time by not playing to their potential, but on our day I'd genuinely back us against any team in Portugal. We beat Sporting before the season started after all! Yes it was a friendly, but still. Having said all of this, I'd be foolish not to try to make us more solid. Our system isn't designed for top tier sides; we leave ourselves open, secure in the fact that the vast majority of players in the opposing teams are awful.

In the end I decide to go for Project: Meatloaf, but with Jaime Seidi replacing Antunes as a holding man in a 4-1-2-3 formation. I'm trying to make us more solid at the back while still leaving us well enough equipped going forward. We've still got Hurley charging forwards, we've still got Kevin and Amonike creating chances in wide areas, and we've still got Magina up top.

Quarter of an hour in, Hurley slips a pass through for Kevin, but João Diogo slides in fantastically to knock the ball away. Unfortunately the loose ball rolls to the far post, where Amonike arrives to knock the ball in. I'm already mid air, celebrating. This could actually happen.

Before the half hour mark, Benjamim slots a pass through for Magina, who stays cool and placed the ball into the bottom corner. I'm not mid-air anymore. I'm stunned. I can see Pedro and my coaches bouncing around in my peripheral vision, I can see the players piling onto Magina in the far corner of the pitch. I consider making changes, but it's surely too early. We can't take our foot of the pedal with an hour still to play.

We don't. A minute later, Hurley continues to make a mockery of the Belenenses defence by playing the ball right through them, but Kevin's effort is well saved by Figueiredo.

With 10 minutes to go before the break we're still piling the pressure on, but Belenenses win the ball and break quickly. Maurides puts in an incredible low cross from deep on the left wing, Valente is all on his own 6 yards out, but he hits a tame shot straight at Serginho. We got let off there.

We try not to let it rattle us but Belenenses take heart from how easily they were able to slice through us. With 3 minutes to play before half time, Maurides sets up Valente, who shoots into the bottom corner to pull a goal back.

2 minutes later Maurides is released on the left by Valente, and he puts in another low cross to the far post. Araujo puts it away to equalise. I feel sick. I missed the warning sign 10 minutes ago when we were 2-0 up. We've been sucker punched and then kicked to the floor.

We hold on until half time but I can tell that something isn't right once we get into the dressing room. We've conceded twice right before the break and now the players have got nothing to do but sit there and think about that for 15 long minutes. Their nerves are shot. My nerves are shot. I put on a brave face, hoping to lead by example. I tell them that they're unlucky not to be in front.

It seems to work. For a while after the second half begins we look calm and composed. And then with 20 minutes to go, Araujo crosses the ball in for Maurides in the centre, who heads it home. 2-3.

I change our system to Heróis Original. It's a less offensive system so we should push a little less, giving Belenenses fewer chances on the counter attack, while pushing Hurley up to a number 10 position in the hopes that he'll be able to create more in the final third.

The calmness has evaporated from my poor Heróis. 5 minutes after Belenenses take the lead, Vitor Gomes plays in Maurides, who smashes the ball into the top corner. We've gone from 2-0 up to 2-4 down.

That's enough now, I think. I throw on Antunes in place of Seidi. There's no point having a holding man now. We need to go for it. Hurley returns to his attacking central midfield spot and Antunes will be the one behind Magina.

The change is nearly rewarded instantly when Hurley plays a through ball for Antunes, but the young playmaker drags his shot wide. Nevertheless it's good to see us threaten again.

With 10 minutes to go, Vitor Gomes gets a chance on the edge of the area but shoots straight at Serginho. We counter, playing the ball quickly back up the pitch and winning a corner. The corner is cleared but then Antunes finds Amonike on the left wing, who drills a cross into the centre for Magina to volley in from close range. 3-4. I'm numb at this point. My facial expression doesn't change. But I know we're not done yet.

We keep pushing. We've got our swagger back. The nerves are a distant memory. Magina brings the ball forward. There's 3 minutes of normal time to be played. He takes on a couple of defenders and passes to Antunes... Then Benjamim... Then through for Hurley... He takes a touch just outside the area...

There are a few moments in my short career that I doubt will ever leave my memory:

The moment that former pub-teamer Lago scored away at Qviding, after The Hammer nodded on a long ball and the defender fluffed his back pass: The first goal of my managerial career. The fleeting vindication of my Hammerhead Formation.

The moment that Burrnie scored the winning penalty against Hammarby IF: My first win, and my first giant killing.

The moment Benjamim rifled in a last minute winner away at Torreense in my second Angrense match: The moment I realised I was managing a team of winners.

The moment that Hurley made it SC Angrense 4, Belenenses 4: The moment that I made a mental note to write the brilliant bastard into my will.

When the past 18 months finishes flashing before my eyes, I realise I'm stood by one of the advertising boards, celebrating with some of the die hard Angrense fans. I turn back to the pitch to check I didn't imagine the goal. I didn't. Hurley took a touch on the edge of the area and smacked the ball to the keeper's right. Maybe the keeper should have done better, it was a good height and not the hardest hit shot he'll have seen, but I'll ignore that for now. Nothing matters but the scoreline.

I send on Batista for Kevin. Kevin's been fairly quiet and Batista impressed after coming off the bench against Moura. Vitor Miranda gets the armband from Kevin as the vice captain heads for the touchline.

We head into extra time. I forgot how much I hate extra time. I genuinely prefer penalty shootouts. I wish we could just do that straight away.

Minutes from half time in extra time, Araujo's cross finds Maurides in the 6 yard box, but he connects badly with his head and the ball bobs over the bar.

5 minutes after the break, Valente releases Araujo on the right. He goes through on goal and my stomach turns, but his shot hits the side netting.

The match dies down. Our players are tired. Their players are tired. With a couple of minutes to play and penalties looming, I turn to Hélder Arruda on the bench.

"You're going on mate." I say, with a smile and as much false confidence as I can muster. Arruda nods solemnly. "You can take a penalty, yeah?" I know full well he's one of our best. He nods again. I bring off Aires, our left back, who does not do well when he takes penalties in training. I tell Arruda to stand in for him, to be aware, and to hoof the ball clear if it comes near him.

30 seconds from the 2 hour mark, and the end of extra time, Belenenses win a corner. Araujo crosses the ball in, but it's too close to goal. Serginho comes to punch it clear - and misses. The ball hangs in the air for what seems like a long, long time. And then Valente gets above Magina at the far post and heads home via the bar.

I've never known this place so silent. I watch Valente as he runs away, arms aloft. I look over to the linesman, but his flag's still down. I look over to the referee, but there was no foul. I know there was no foul. The goal stands. And the final whistle goes straight after kick off.

https://youtu.be/uDYmr5Bd0p0

This has been turbulent. I'm drained. I'm disappointed but I'm unbelievably proud. We gave a Liga Nos side a bloody good run for their money. From the 40th to the 80th minute we capitulated, but either side of that period we fought and we fought well. I have a heavy feeling in my gut that my decision to take off Aires and replace him with a striker has cost us the chance of a penalty shootout and the opportunity of passage into the 5th round, but oddly I think I'm OK with it. Would I do that again if given another chance? Probably. I rolled the dice and brought on a good penalty taker for a bad one.

I tell you what though, I've never known 2 matches that sum up football better than the 2 that I've played in the last 8 days. The tedium, the frustration, the beauty, the underdog story, the heartbreak, the resurgence, the jubilation, the drama, the suspense, and the... heartbreak again. If ever I meet someone who doesn't see the appeal of the beautiful game, I'm going to sit them down and tell them all about it.

Burkinabe (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 32.5)

I've stayed late in my office tonight, pouring over stats, thinking about performances. The thing is, and this is a bit cliché really, but you really do learn more from losses than you do from wins, so I'm in quite a ... good? ... predicament at the minute where I can't really change anything because aside from our blip against Pinhalnovense, everything is ... well, it's fine. But it takes either a very brave or a very stupid Manager to just accept that fact and happily put out the same team in the same shape week after week. So now, I'm trying to work out where we can improve. Where are the weakest points? What can we do to turn this good team into a great one?

Just then, my office landline rings. The only people who have this number are Joakim and Pizza Hut. I hope it's Pizza Hut. I tentatively pick up the receiver and hold it to my ear: "H-Hello?"

"Hello is this Mr Franjo?" Says the unfamiliar voice on the other end. It isn't Joakim's voice, nor is it any of the Pizza Hut staff, unless they're a new hire.

"It is", I reply, "Who's speaking please?"

"It's a pleasure Mr Franjo" he continues, in a scripted sort of way. I don't think I'm the first person that he's called. "My name is Jonathan Doumbia. I am the Manager of the Burkinabe national football team."

"You're the Burkina Faso Manager?" I ask, my heartbeat quickening.

"I am." Doumbia replies. "We have a World Cup Qualifying match against Senegal next Friday and I'm making my calls around to the club Managers tonight, before I name the squad."

"Go on." I reply quietly, heart hammering in my chest.

"Well, I just thought I'd let you know that I'd like Lassina to join us for training with a view to playing for the National side", He continues.

"Lassina... Lassina Touré?" I ask, trying to play it cool.

"Yes, I thought as we hadn't met before I'd ask your opinion first, would it be OK for Lassina to join us, Franjo?" He asks.

"Yeah I don't see why not", I reply casually, the smile already stretching across my face.

"Excellent, thank you. I'll speak to you again soon, I'm sure." Says Doumbia, before he hangs up.

As soon as the line goes dead, I leap away from the phone, punching the air with delight.

I'm managing a fucking international player! A bonafide international player!

I reach back to my desk draw and pull out the bottle that Alexander gave me at the end of my Höllviken tenure. I call it my Failure Whiskey. I've been saving it for a special occasion and this seems as good a time as any to crack it open. I do so and pour myself a glass, sitting back in my chair and grinning from ear to ear.

Fuck the stats, I decide as I google the Burkina Faso side. I have a look through some of their current internationals: Bertrand Traoré, the forward on loan at FC Metz from Chelsea, Charles Kaboré, the ex-Marseille midfielder currently plying his trade with Krasnodar, Bakary Koné, the AS Nancy Lorraine defender who used to play for Lyon. I've heard of these players! And now Lassina bloody Touré is going to be training, and possibly playing with them!

My first international player, I smile to myself.

Stepping It Up (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep32)

Pinhalnovense are a good, but underachieving side. That's a dangerous combination. You must have had this before. If you're reading this, I'm willing to bet you're a fan of a football team. You know that feeling when you see a good side that's been struggling and struggling and then when your team plays them you're sure that they'll turn their poor form around against you? Yeah me too. I've been burned before as a fan and I don't particularly want to be burned as a Manager.

I mentioned when we played Barreirense that I had singled out them and Pinhalnovense as the teams to watch out for at the start of the season, and it hasn't really panned out as I expected. We're top on 21 points and while Pinhalnovense are 3rd, and while they've only lost once, they've drawn 4 out of 7 games. This puts them comfortably behind us on 10 points but they'll still be tough opposition.

We'll go with Project: Meatloaf as it's served us so well so far and it should prevent Pinhalnovense from pulling the shutters down in front of us. Batista gets another start on the right wing.

At half time I walk slowly into the silent dressing room, looking around at all the bowed heads. They know what they did. That was an awful 45 minutes. There was no action at all. No swagger. No chances. Pinhalnovense and the team bus they keep just in front of their net have done this against over half the teams they've played against this season, but they won't do it to us. We're a positive side that play nice football and score goals. The team and I enter into a frank discussion about where they've been keeping their fingers throughout the first half and I send them back out to win us the match. Except for Batista. He's replaced by Amonike, who has been known to take matches like this by the scruff of the neck.

It takes 63 minutes for either side to carve out a noteworthy chance. Our half time substitute Amonike gets a cross into the 6 yard box and Magina bundles the ball into the net. The breakthrough is ours.

With 10 minutes to go I decide to make changes. This has been a remarkably poor match and I could sub most of the team, but I only have 2 subs left. Antunes and Kevin are replaced by the more defensively minded Seidi and Coelho, and we drop to a counter attacking 4-1-4-1.

With 8 minutes to go, Diogo Pirolo gets the ball on the right wing and crosses to the far post, and Anjos gets his head to the ball, guiding it past Serginho.

8 minutes pass without incident.

https://youtu.be/y7I9JWeDS2o

Right, I've had time to collect my thoughts and process my feelings. Here is my carefully worded statement on what just happened:

Fuck Pinhalnovense. Fuck them and fuck the budget Portuguese Tony Pulis they've got dragging them through exclusively defensive drills every miserable training session. Fuck them for Sernacheing us*, fuck them for ending our winning streak, fuck our team for letting them and fuck me for ever talking them up as true competition for the league. I predict they'll pick up 18 points from 18 matches and I hope they get relegated, go bust, reform as Pinhalnovense Phoenix and go bust again.

OK, that's better. Sometimes I need to get the emotional reaction out of the way so that I can focus on actually analysing the match. Well, the match itself is pretty straightforward, it was just football. When the rage faded and I took a step back, I realised it was a really bad match that neither team deserved to win. They didn't deserve or really intend to get 3 points and we barely showed up. We couldn't break them down and we fell asleep at the end. Maybe it was because I dropped us back and invited pressure, or maybe it was just one of those things, but we didn't deserve the win either.

And let's not forget that they ended our winning streak, not our unbeaten run. We're still way ahead in the league and we're still very much alive in the Taça de Portugal, so never mind. Let the scoundrels have their point, they need it.

I have a conversation a few days later that makes me very sad. It's with Gonçalo Valadão, Meu Capitão e meu amigo. After 19 years in football and 19 years with Angrense, he's hanging up his boots. I try to convince him to give us 1 more year. I'm not sure why, as I haven't got any intention of playing him, but it's a heart-ruling-head moment. His decision is final.

So, this last week's been a bit of a downer really, hasn't it. Fabril do Barreiro are next and they present an opportunity for us to get back on track. They were predicted 7th at the start of the season but are currently overachieving: they sit 5th on 11 points, the same as Pinhalnovense. But with more wins.

Fabril have been lining up lately with a narrow diamond formation so we'll be using our lesser spotted Project: Meatloaf but attacking quickly down the wings system. I'll think of a better name at some point. I'm taking Mauro Aires out of the lineup and giving Diogo Coelho his full debut as he's pretty good going forward and should overlap well on the left. Amonike comes back in for Batista after his assist from the bench last week.

Less than 20 seconds into the match, João Coelho plays the ball forward into our half from the half way line. It bounces between Lassina Touré and Vitor Miranda and Terry Akpua latches onto it on the left. He gets a cross in to the far post, Diogo Coelho scuffs his clearance and Coutinho places it into the corner from 8 yards. It's all going wrong.

For the next 20 minutes Fabril continue to come forward and control the match, so I tell the team to play on the counter. 2 minutes later we go close when from a cleared corner, the ball is chested down by Magina, but Hurley drills it just wide.

With a minute to go until half time I'm consulting my Portuguese phrase book to find unsavoury words to use in my team talk, but then another Amonike corner is nodded on at the near post by Olivier and headed in at the far post by Lassina Touré. That's his first goal for us, and what a bloody good time to score it.

At half time I don't use any of my new words, but I do commit them to memory for next time. I encourage the lads and tell us to go and control the game again in true Meatloaf style. Fabril will be shaken by our equaliser just before the break and we should be able to take advantage.

5 minutes after the restart, it becomes clear that Touré is really stepping it up. He plays the ball right over the top of the defence for Magina, who takes it down well and lays it off for Kevin to toe poke into the back of the net from the edge of the area.

A further 5 minutes passes before Amonike is set away down the right by Antunes. He gets to the byline and cuts the ball back for Magina, who takes a touch and thumps in our 3rd. We're back.

Seidi and Aires come on for Hurley, who has been playing with a thigh strain since the 1st half, and Coelho, who is lacking match fitness but wasn't too bad after his 20 second howler. We fall back into the safe, comfortable Heróis Original to see out the match.

Renato Silva gets a 15 minute run out and Akpua has a decent chance saved by Serginho, and the match is over. We're back to winning ways.

https://youtu.be/Btkiga3KpkQ

*Sernacheing

Definition: To Sernache a fellow football club is to bore them to death and rob them of 2 points by playing awful, cagey, unentertaining football.

That's Amora (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep31)

OK, we've won 8 competitive matches in a row since the start of the season. That's a 100% record. The thing about having a 100% record is that you start to become terrified of losing your 100% record. It's nonsensical. I feel like because we're doing so well the pressure on me is mounting up more than it would be if we'd dropped a few points.

It's cup day today. The third round. We've beaten a lower league side and a LigaPro side so far in the Taça de Portugal, and now we face someone on our own level.

Gouveia haven't made the best start in Group D of the Championship. They've picked up 6 points in 6 matches so we should really be turning them over.

I'm staying consistent with our lineup though, I won't be sending out the reserves because I'd quite enjoy a good cup run. We go Project: Meatloaf and we go with a very predictable lineup.

We go 1-0 up quickly when Benjamim stabs the ball home from close range after Magina helps the ball on from an Antunes pass. That's his 1st goal of the season.

Kevin nods down an Amonike corner to tee up Magina after quarter of an hour but his shot is saved brilliantly from rolling into the bottom corner by Bolas.

5 minutes later though, Magina releases Benjamim again and he drills the ball into the bottom corner from the edge of the area.

With 22 minutes gone, Lassina Touré picks up a booking and just 5 minutes later he leaps to head the ball and decides to slap it with his hand instead. He sees a 2nd yellow, which makes things tricky. I bring off Antunes, keen to give him a rest anyway, and replace him with Seidi. Our shape changes to more of a 4-1-1-2-1.

We keep pushing anyway through the rest of the first half. Magina goes close when he runs from deep but shoots straight at Bolas, and then a good cross from Vitor Miranda is nodded down for Magina by Amonike, but the usually clinical striker blazes the ball over from just inside the area.

At half time we keep the same shape but change our system to the more reserved Heróis Original. Diogo Coelho comes on for Amonike.

It takes less than 30 seconds of the second half for Coelho to play a great ball through for Kevin at the far post, but his half volley comes back off the post.

After an hour I give Bruce Ávila a run out. Kevin gives the armband to Jaime Seidi as he makes his way off.

10 minutes later, Tiago Silva (Not that one) gets on the end of a great Gnahore through ball and slots the ball away to make things interesting.

From then on we try to kill the game with counter attacks. Mauro Aires goes closest when he takes down a Seidi free kick and puts the ball just over, but when our 3rd goal does come it seems familiar. Magina sets up Benjamim, who boots it into the top corner. For those keeping count, that's 3 assists for Magina and a superb, unexpected and completely deserved hat trick for our number 17.

https://youtu.be/vFnj4ceq2Fk

What can we do to put a cherry on top of that win then? How about a new long term contract for Carlos Antunes? Go on then. To be fair we agreed this contract shortly after he made his debut for the club but he's only just turned 17 so has only just been able to sign. I am very pleased. He's getting better and better, he's proved himself to be mature beyond his years and he's shown that he's absolutely ready for the starting first team spot I've given him since Medeiros left.

Incidentally, with the Belgian Pro League about a third of the way done, Medeiros has sadly only made 2 substitute appearances. He's got work to do if he's to break into the first team by the look of it.

I'd tell you how Marco Silveira's doing at Craiova but I honestly couldn't give less of a shit. In fact looking through our list of outgoing transfers from the Summer, the only one that really interests me apart from Jordanes is Diogo Silva, a young centre back that I doubt I ever mentioned to you. He was 4th choice so I don't think that he ever featured for me last season, and because of the imminent arrivals of Olivier and Touré I allowed his contract to run out in the hopes that he'd go and get first team football somewhere else. And he is. He's getting a fair bit of game time for a little club from Merseyside named Tranmere Rovers.

Anyway, up next is Amora at our place. Amora have the worst goal difference in the league with -9. They sit in 8th place having lost half of their matches and won just the once.

The only changes we make are Batista coming in on the right in place of Amonike, who hasn't been having a massive impact of late, and Seidi coming in for the suspended Touré at the back.

We start well, which is starting to become a very pleasing trait of ours. Batista instantly justifies his inclusion when he swings a cross in to the edge of the area in the 7th minute. Kevin hits the ball on the volley and it bounces off Magina on the way in.

Seidi gets the ball into the back of the net after quarter of an hour after an Antunes free kick is nodded on by Olivier, but the goal doesn't count as Jaime had strayed offside.

Never mind though, 5 minutes later a great passing move ends in Magina getting yet another assist. This time he plays Antunes through and the young number 10 celebrates his new contract by drilling the ball past poor Kiko to double our lead.

I'm quite hopeful of putting 1 or 2 more past Kiko before half time, but as it transpires the rest of the half is cagier. It's not until 10 minutes after half time that we go close again. Benjamim threads a pass through for Batista on the right, but he drags his shot wide of the far post.

2 minutes later we do bag another, and Magina bags another assist. He's had an incredible start to the season. This time he lays the ball off for Hurley, who slams the ball to Kiko's right from the edge of the area.

With half an hour to go Batista again puts the ball wide of the far post when Magina puts him through. Shooting is definitely something to work on for him.

I bring on Renato Silva for the last 20 minutes to give him a chance to shine. Magina makes way and Silva instantly sets up Hurley for a good chance, but Kiko gets his hands to the ball possibly for the first time.

For the last 10 minutes I give Rúby and Ávila a run out, and with 6 minutes to go, Amora decide that they're ready to play some football. Pardal squares the ball for Afonso, who takes a touch and smashes it off the bar. At least the away fan had something to get out of his seat for eh?

https://youtu.be/r9hVqBk0STM

So that's 10 wins in 10. I'm still terrified of losing our 100% record for some daft reason, but Magina has no such concerns. He's in the form of his life, having scored 10 goals and assisted 8, and it's an absolute pleasure to have him in the squad.

After our next 2 matches, we'll have reached the half way point of the first phase. But we've still got to get through Pinhalnovense and Fabril do Barreiro, who are 3rd and 4th respectively. And bloody hell if we can beat both of them, I'd back us to win all 18 matches.

Thought as much! Any FM stories I read, I read at work too so I understand!

Video Highlights - Yes or No? (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Meta-sode 30.5)

Olá meus amigos,

Just a quick one. You'll probably have noticed in episode 30 (If you follow this story on franjo.wordpress.com) that I have uploaded match highlights so that they can be watched on youtube. This is basically a trial. Here's what I'm thinking:

I'm always trying to make this story better and this idea could do just that, but only if the people who follow the story are interested. I like the idea of you having the option of watching the goals, especially if they're as beautiful as certain goals from a certain winger that you'll see in an episode next week, which actually inspired me to do this.

The thing is, if you guys have been following my story so far, I assume that you enjoy reading it. I've had a few people tell me they read while they're at work, where I'm assuming watching videos might not be possible. If enough of you like the idea of having the option to be able to watch the highlights, then let me know and I'll continue uploading them. I may even go back to episode 1 and start uploading them retrospectively because I'm insane.

If nobody is really interested in watching highlights in video form then that's fine, we'll carry on with our text and screenshot format, but just thought I'd throw it out there to see what you think.

Email me at [email protected] to let me know!

Cheers,

Franjo

Ps - Vamos Heróis!

The First Real Test (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep30)

Look, I've got nothing against the underdogs. The scrappy "Just happy to be here" teams. I really don't, and I wish them well. We're in Beja to face off against Despertar and their Season hasn't started awfully well. After a surprisingly good 2-0 away win over Aljustrelense on the opening day, they promptly registered 2 back to back 1-1 draws against no-hopers Juventude Évora and Sp Viana Alentejo. They followed this up by getting thrown out of the Taça de Portugal at the first time of asking, courtesy of Olhanense, who are gunning for the promotion stage in Group H of our division, before getting swept aside by Barreirense. Despertar are sitting in 4th place in our group but they've already played most of the weaker sides. Quite honestly, I fear for them this season.

Hey, on a related note actually, did I mention that we're in 1st place in the group? It's been nothing, really. A Midas touch here, a sprinkle of genius there... In all seriousness I will not accept a league finish which puts us through to the relegation stage, which means a top 2 finish is a must. I'm anticipating some tough matches in October, especially against Barreirense and Pinhalnovense, so we can't afford to slip up against teams like this.

We go with Project: Meatloaf, we go with what I believe is our strongest lineup, and we go out to continue our winning streak.

Within the first 10 minutes, Hurley goes down clutching his thigh, which is worrying. He's been an extremely consistent creator for us since he arrived in Hero Creek. Luckily after he limps off the pitch to be assessed by Pedro Dalot, our head physio, we find that it's just a bruised thigh. He'll stay on for now but I'll be keeping an eye on him.

Just over 20 minutes into the match Touré heads the ball to Hurley, who's looking OK. He plays it on first time to Antunes, who brings the ball into the Despertar half with his head raised, looking for the pass. He sees Kevin on the left and plays a one-two with him, before finding Magina on the edge of the area. Magina takes the ball round a defender with 1 touch before squaring it for Hurley, who drives it low and hard into the bottom corner. We're on our way to 7 wins out of 7 in all competitions and we look unstoppable.

10 minutes later, Amonike sends a corner in but Brites heads it away. Antunes picks the loose ball up 35 yards out and brings it forward, before stroking it to Benjamim on edge of area. The centre mid turns and slots the ball through for Hurley, who hits it first time with his left peg. His shot beats the keeper but comes back off the far post. The ball starts to roll back across the line and Magina is the first man on the scene, getting there before the keeper to knock it in and double our lead.

In first half injury time it could be 3 when a good passing move culminates with Benjamim chipping the ball to CM9 on the edge of the box. The big man chests it down and gives it back, before Benjamim slides it into the area for Amonike to run onto. The winger loses his marker and gets to the ball, but blazes it well over from 10 yards with his first time shot.

At half time I replace Amonike with Batista. Not specifically because of the sitter he just missed, but rather because he seems to have gone off the boil a bit lately. He's been quiet so it can't hurt to give young Batista a bit of match time in his place.

Just before the hour mark, Antunes chips in a free kick from the right wing. Olivier nods it on at the near post and Touré arrives to volley the ball goal-wards. Unfortunately he smashes it at Carvalho, the Despertar keeper. He can't hold onto it and can only parry the ball away, before their left back Santos clears.

Shortly afterwards, Benjamim gets caught in possession just into the Despertar half. Freitas wins the ball and gets it to David, starting a slow passing move to get the ball up towards our goal, before eventually David slides the ball through for Rodrigo Borges inside our area. He turns and gives it back, and David places his shot into the top right corner via the bar.

The next 10 minutes are tense, but then Olivier plays the ball to Aires inside our half. The left back takes a touch and smashes it right footed over the Despertar defence and into the central channel. Magina latches onto it, brings it down and places it into bottom left corner to restore our cushion. I bring on Coelho for Aires, as the former needs a bit of match practice. That was a great assist from Aires though and he's played well this season. Coelho will have a job dislodging him from the starting lineup.

Only a couple of minutes later, and after a good passing move from Os Heróis, Antunes stands with the ball 35 yards out. He moves it sideways to Benjamim, who flicks it on superbly with his heel. Hurley receives the ball and plays it straight on to Magina, who finds Kevin, who holds it up and draws in a couple of defenders before releasing Magina in the area. His shot is good, but it's tipped onto the bar and cleared. Excellent move though.

5 minutes later, Antunes turns inside from the right wing and crosses left footed deep into the area, but Kevin's header is straight at Carvalho. We are hammering on the door, trying to kill the game off with a 4th goal.

And with 5 minutes to go, Antunes spreads the ball out to Batista on the right wing. He floats a deep cross to the far post but nobody's there. Samiro heads it away but only as far as Kevin, stood 8 yards out to left. He chests it down, picks his spot and smashes it into the top right corner. Game over.

https://youtu.be/0oxVUSzUfyc

Another potential banana skin and another convincing win. I know I set my standards high for this season but I have to say this team is impressing the hell out of me. The bad news is that Hurley will be out for 3-4 days with his bruised thigh but the good news is that out next match is in 10 days, so it shouldn't matter at all. By the way, we aren't going up against another minnow or another underdog. We're going up against Barreirense.

Yes, Barreirense are coming to town. This is one of the big ones. One of the true tests of who we are and what we're made of. Barreirense are 2nd in the league, 2 points behind us after winning their 1st 4 matches and most recently playing out a goalless draw with Moura. I thought that they and Pilhanovense would be our rivals this season but as it turns out, just the 2 of us are pulling away from the rest of the league. We're both undefeated. For now.

Do you know what I don't need at such a crucial moment in our season? Whining. Bruce Ávila thinks that he should be in the team instead of Kevin and I don't stop laughing until he sheepishly walks out of my office and closes the door behind him. He does have potential as a winger but come on.

We also have a tactical dilemma. Do we go with the more stable, balanced Heróis Original system as we're against such worthy opposition? Or do we stick with formation that's seen us win 7 matches in a row in all competitions?

You probably know the answer. We go unchanged.

We start brightly. Amonike's free kick from just outside the area in the 3rd minute crashes off the bar and Monsecour puts it behind.

That corner leads to nothing, but after a quarter of an hour we win another as we continue to take the game to Barreirense. Amonike swings it out to the far post, Benjamim nods it back across goal and Magina is there, but he connects poorly with his header and puts it well wide.

A few minutes later we're the ones that concede a corner. Félix swings it in and Magina heads it away as far as Brigues, who collects it 35 yards out. He holds the ball up and plays it through to Lagoa on the edge of area. Lagoa squares it to Caraballo, who passes it forwards to Severino on the penalty spot. Severino smashes the ball into the left hand side of the net.

I say nothing. I do nothing. I don't even change my expression. I can physically feel us slip to 2nd in the table. I can feel us shifting downwards and I can hear the sound of stone grinding on stone, like those big stone doors in old films. We all simultaneously drop with a loud clunk.

5 minutes later, Lagoa is pressed on his right wing, deep in the Barreirense half. He tries a clearance, but it doesn't go far and Benjamim gets to the ball, playing it straight to Antunes. The young number 10 comes forward and gives it back to Benjamim, who plays in Kevin on the right. Kevin loses his marker and whips a cross in to the far post. Dujardim misses his header and Magina gets to it, stabbing a volley home and pulling us level.

We're back on top. There is no stone grinding on stone this time, we're floating silently but smugly back up to the top where we belong, waving 2 fingers at our opponents as we go.

Just after the half hour mark, Everino comes forward and puts the ball inside to Silva, who plays it straight on for Caraballo. Caraballo holds it up, plays a one-two with Severino and then lays it off for Lagoa just inside the area, who smashes it to Serginho's right and into the back of the net once again. Bollocks. Back down we go.

Just before half time, Elói catches a weak cross from Kevin and boots the ball forwards towards us. Caraballo beats Touré to the header and nods it on for Severino, who runs forward diagonally to edge of our area and shoots with power, but the ball flies just wide.

At half time we're 2-1 down. The only other time we've been losing so far this season we were back before half time. This is worrying. Our first proper test and we're failing. I tell the lads that I'm not impressed. I expect better from them at home, no matter who we're facing.

Less than 5 minutes after the restart, Amonike steps up to take a corner and crosses it into the centre. Brigues heads the ball away as far as Benjamim, who's stood on the right hand side of the box. The midfielder plays a one-two with Magina and then smashes a shot towards goal from 8 yards. Estádio Municipal de Angra do Heroismo falls silent. His shot bounces back off Judickas. Benjamim gets to the rebound and has another go, but his second shot bounces back off Dujardin. But then up steps our big centre back Olivier. He nips in front of Benjamim and executes a neat volley to open his account. 2-2.

With half an hour to go we need to go for it. I bring on Batista for Amonike, who apart from a couple of decent set pieces has been quiet again. With 28 minutes to go, Miranda takes a throw in on the right and gives the ball to Benjamim. He passes into the centre for Hurley, who steps forward and slides a ball through the defence for Magina to run onto. A collective intake of breath makes the ground fall silent once more. I stand in anticipation. So does Pedro. So do the fans. Magina latches onto Hurley's pass, shoots left footed, and watches as the ball nestles into the bottom left corner.

Pandemonium ensues. I'm jumping and punching the air, Pedro looks like he's about to cry, the fans are bouncing and cheering with glee. We lead Barreirense for the first time and now all we need to do is not fuck it up.

Shortly afterwards, Antunes passes the ball to Hurley, who plays another excellent through ball for Magina to run onto, but his right footed effort flies just wide.

With 15 minutes to, Antunes is sacrificed and replaced with Jaime Seidi. We revert to our Heróis Original system with Seidi as the holding man and Hurley behind Magina, where he's pretty much been playing anyway.

With less than 10 minutes to go, a neat passing move results in Benjamim finding himself with the ball at his feet 30 yards out. He dashes forward, taking on a couple of defenders before shooting high and wide from 20 yards.

But that's the last chance that either team creates. Vamos bloody Heróis!

https://youtu.be/QbGzL27vduc

We're still on top, and we've taken possibly the most crucial 3 points we'll take all season. Not only are we now 5 points clear of 2nd place, but we've also put down a marker. We are the only team allowed to remain unbeaten in this league. We won't be stopped by a team like Barreirense, in fact, they'll stop for us. We've got the most quality, the most desire and the most creativity in the Championship for my money. We've got the toughest defenders, the most dependable midfielders and the most clinical striker. We've floated back to the top of the pile and we're smiling smugly down at everyone down below, while they gaze enviously back at us.

God, I love this team.

Cheers mate glad you're still enjoying it!

What Does Kevin Do? - Part 2 (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep29)

"Leighton Baines!" I exclaim.

"Luis Figo" comes the deadpan reply.

"Steven Gerrard!" I say incredulously.

"Cristiano Ronaldo" comes the retort.

"David Beckham! Frank Lampard! Alan Shearer! Matt le bleeding Tissier!" I list the names off one by one, growing more infuriated each time. "You haven't got a leg to stand on Nuno, that's 6 incredible English penalty takers."

Nuno leans forward on his mower and scrunches up his leathery face. "Beckham... Lampard... Gerrard... These are no good." He mutters.

"Oh, that one time." I roll my eyes.

"And who is Bayton Lanes?" He asks, smirking slightly. My fists clench involuntarily.

"You'd better be joking", I tell him sternly.

At that moment, I notice Pedro Botelho walking across the pitch towards us, clutching a notepad and a cup of coffee. We're welcoming Sporting Clube de Viana do Alentejo to our place today, and he'll be wanting me to brief him on our tactics. He gives Nuno a stern look as he gets closer to us.

"Don't you have mowing to do?" He asks flatly. Nuno says something back to him in rapid Portuguese and I'm nowhere near fluent enough to keep up, but I'm sure I hear the word "Beckham" in there. Pedro cracks up laughing.

"Cheers Pedro" I say loudly, taking his cup of coffee. He stops laughing and looks quite sheepish. "And you," I say, turning back to Nuno and taking a sip of my newly acquired and scalding hot beverage for emphasis, "Finish this pitch and then go look up Leighton Baines. And then David Unsworth. Educate yourself."

Nuno chuckles as he turns away to continue his mowing. "You fail today Inglês" he calls out, as if it were compulsory.

"Piss off" I call back. It's OK, It's all a bit more light hearted between me and Nuno nowadays. Once you accept that he's just a bitter old wind up merchant he's actually alright. And he's a patriot, you've got to respect that. Of course, it's easy to be patriotic if your national side only won the Euros last year isn't it. And I suppose if you've also got the best player in the world on your side then that's just gravy.

I wish that just once it would pay off to be an English Patriot. If just one tournament could end without total humiliation, that'd be nice.

But, laughably improbable pipe dreams aside, we have work to do. Sporting Cl... I'll just refer to them as Viana. Viana come into this game 8th in the league, having drawn 2 and lost 1 of their matches so far. We, in case I haven't mentioned it, are top of the bloody league. We've won 3, scored 8 and conceded 0. Confidence is sky high and we've got the home advantage. Doesn't it just feel like a match we're destined to lose?

The plan is simple, because the simpler the plan, the more the players know what they're doing and the less chance there is of them making a load of awful and needless mistakes. We will stick with our most standard Project: Meatloaf, and the most standard lineup we have, including Azevedo in net. Although I will be telling the players to express themselves and roam from their positions, as Viana will almost certainly sit right back and try to catch us on the break and I need us to be in the mindset that we should crush them.

For the first 10 minutes, I'm off my seat and smiling excitedly, filled to the brim with anticipation. For the next 10 minutes I'm back on my seat, waiting patiently for my excitement to be vindicated. For the 10 minutes after that my hand is over my mouth and my eyes dart nervously after the ball, willing it to fly into the Viana net and give us our breakthrough.In the 30th minute, Benjamim is robbed of the ball by Ostovari just inside the Viana half. He passes to Xande, who walks it forward, and plays in Fernandes on the left, who passes it straight to Pimentel 25 yards out. Lassina Touré comes to close Pimentel down but Ostovari runs into the space he leaves. Ostavari receives the ball and slots it under Azevedo first time. Our 425 minute clean sheet streak is over. At home. Against Viana. I'm fuming.

5 minutes later though the tables turn: Benjamim robs Ostovari on the half way line and plays it to Magina. Magina passes it to Kevin's feet on the right and he chips it straight over to Hurley, 25 yards out. Hurley splits the defence with a magnificent through ball and Antunes goes one on one with the keeper, before placing the ball into the bottom left hand corner.

I instantly decide to make a change: Hurley will be a defensive playmaker. So far we've struggled with the gap between our defence and midfield in 2 ways, Viana are finding too much space there and our defenders are struggling to get the ball into midfield. Hurley playing in a deeper role should solve both problems. Anyway, I had hoped for a quick reaction from my players and I got it. Now let's see what they can do.

It takes until the 53rd minute for either team to create a chance. From a free kick 35 yards out, Amonike passes short to Antunes, who plays it on for Kevin just outside the area, left of centre. Kevin slots a pass into the box and Cristiano Magina's there to slot it into the far bottom corner. Júnior in the Viana goal has absolutely no chance.

2 minutes later it feels like the flood gates are opening: an Amonike corner is headed clear and Antunes picks up the ball on the left wing. He runs inside and plays in Magina, who turns and shoots left footed from the edge of the area into the top left corner. We're 3-1 up.

I bring on Seidi for Hurley, who picked up a minor knock in the first half and has a booking to his name, and tell Seidi to hold position at the base of our midfield.

With 25 minutes to go, Olivier chips the ball out to Kevin 15 yards inside our half. Kevin plays a great ball down the left behind the Viana defence and Magina runs onto it, outmuscling Amoná, but his angle is too narrow and he pokes a shot at Júnior, who parries it away. I tell vice-captain Kevin to let the team know: We want more of that, pass into space as much as possible.

10 minutes later Touré wins the ball from Daniel after some patient Viana build up and plays a long ball forward to start a counter. It's headed back by Amoná and comes to Antunes, who chips a pass over the top again for Magina. The big striker runs through one on one with the goalkeeper but Júnior closes the angle well and parries his shot. I note with mild annoyance that Benjamim is strolling around looking like the game's already won. I hook him and bring on Rúby, who will play as a ball winner next to Seidi.

A few minutes after that, Amonike receives the ball just inside the Viana half, looks up, and plays a diagonal ball over the defence. Magina takes it down on his chest and shoots left footed, but Júnior saves again. Despite his 2 goals, CM9 isn't having much luck today.

10 minutes to go, and the match isn't slowing. Araújo robs Amonike just into the Viana half and starts a patient short passing move. Pimentel spots the run of Fernandes, who's sprinting inside from the left wing. He chips the ball through and Fernandes latches onto it, and squares it to Xande, who's unmarked 6 yards out. He slams it into the top corner and the game's back on. We fall back into the Heróis Original system, still with a withdrawn double pivot and with Antunes also dropping back.

With only 5 minutes to go, Viana have a corner, but it's poor and Azevedo plucks it out of the air. He punts the ball forward and Kevin nods it on for Magina, in acres of space. He runs to the edge of the area and shoots left footed, but it goes just wide.

That's fine. I think to myself as the whistle blows. We were always going to concede at some point but at least that's 4 wins out of 4.

During the next week, before our Taça de Portugal 2nd round match, I make a signing. Diogo Coelho is a left back, and I think he's the left back I've been waiting for.

He's in his prime at 25 years old and he has excellent quality. He's very well rounded, fairly quick, very determined and he'll do a job technically. His decision making is pretty poor, hence the moustache, but I expect that once fit he'll be my first choice left back. We signed him on a free after he was released by Santa Clara, so he should have plenty to talk about with Serginho, and how strange is it that he spent a year on loan in 2015/16, making 33 appearances for our next opponents: LigaPro side Farense.

Farense are flying so far as they won their first 4 league games, which places them 4th out of 20 sides. Nevertheless they're coming to our place off the back of 2 straight league defeats, so I'm confident that they can be got at. Jorginho will be one to watch, as current joint top scorer in the LigaPro with 4 goals in 6.

I'll be taking no chances with my selection: Heróis Original will keep us steady and should give us a good platform to dominate the game after Farense start to tire. Azevedo is replaced by Serginho as he's still not conceded a goal, and Seidi replaces Antunes. Hurley will be our number 10 with Benjamim and Seidi behind him.

It takes 5 minutes for my plans to be shot to bits. A Sousa cross towards danger man Jorginho is volleyed by Olivier and nodded on by Benjamim, but not far away enough. Vieirinha is there 20 yards out to head the ball down for Sócrates, who takes a touch and boots it into the top left corner. This could be a very long day.

After almost half an hour the match is ridiculously one-sided against us. Esgueirão chips in a free kick from the edge of our area, but it's headed away by Miranda. Esgueirão takes it down and passes down the right for Rateira, who's unmarked. Rateira turns inside and squares it brilliantly for Sócrates, who smashes it on the half volley, but Serginho parries it wide. We counter with a decent passing move but it ends with Kevin blazing a shot well wide.

I decide that I've seen enough. "MEATLOAF!", I scream from the touchline, before turning to Antunes and gesturing for him to warm up. I'm getting some funny looks from the opposition bench but I ignore them. Antunes replaces Seidi in the 29th minute. Let's play some bloody football shall we?

We work our way back into the match, slowly but surely over the next half hour. At least it's now a contest. Just before the hour mark, Antunes intercepts a Rateira pass and plays the ball to Magina. CM9 holds it up and lays it off for Kevin. Time seems to stand still for him once more. What does Kevin do?

Kevin is 40 yards from goal. Magina, Antunes and Hurley are all 10 yards in front of him, but for some reason they're all stood together and are practically being marked by 2 Farense midfielders, Livramento and Pinto. Benjamim is stood quite a distance away, 25 yards out but level with the far, right hand post. He's an option but again, he's being closely marked by Vieirinha, so a pass would be risky. Amonike is over on the right wing with space in front to run into, but it would require an excellent pass to set the winger away. There's a gap between where Livramento and Pinto are and where Vieirinha is stood. So what does Kevin do?

Kevin runs.

He darts forwards. Livramento closes him down and sticks in a foot, but Kevin knocks the ball past him and runs around the other way. Kevin keeps running. He shimmies past the challenge of Pinto. He's 20 yards out now. Kevin draws his right foot back and rifles a shot as far into the top left corner as it could have possibly gone. The Keeper doesn't even move.

After a few seconds I realise that I'm laughing. A high pitched, maniacal laugh. Pedro has lifted me up from behind as our fans, our staff and our players all simultaneously erupt into cheers and applause. What a goal! What a bloody goal! We're back in the game!

5 minutes later, Antunes hits a free kick from just outside the area and it smashes off the bar, before Erick clears. I bring on Batista for Amonike, who's been quiet. We're in the ascendancy here and there's no room for quiet in this side.

With just under 20 minutes to go, Miranda throws the ball to Antunes on the right hand side of the Farense penalty area and he dribbles inside, losing his marker Sócrates, dashing past the static pair of Esgueirão and Vieirinha, before smashing a left footed shot towards the near top corner. He's denied by an incredible fingertip save by Hidalgo, but I shout my encouragement anyway. That was excellent from the young man.

A few minutes after, Miranda chips the ball into the centre for Hurley, who plays it on for Magina, 30 yards out. CM9 lays it back for Hurley, who passes straight to Antunes. He looks up and squeezes an excellent ball through for Batista, who gets goal-side of Esgueirão on the right. The tiny winger takes a touch, avoiding Sousa's slide tackle, and plays a low ball in to Magina, who deftly strokes it into the bottom right.

Stick a fork in this match, it's done. I sprint onto the pitch to join the top of the pile of celebrating players. What a match. What a comeback. Take that, Farense. Take that, LigaPro. Take a bow, meus Heróis.

I bring Kevin off with just minutes to go. Farense, the comfortable pre-match favourites, are out of ideas and the game is all but over. Kevin soaks in the adoration of the fans as he slowly makes his way to the sideline, high fiving his replacement, debutant Diogo Coelho, as he goes. I look round and spot Nuno watching from the front row, some way down the touchline. I give him a thumbs up and he gives me a non-committal nod in return. "Rickie Lambert", I mouth exaggeratedly to him. He scrunches up his face again and shrugs. Bloody hell, Nuno.

On the Road Again (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep28)

I'm the first off the plane. We've arrived in Évora for our 3rd match of the season against Juventude Évora, a newly promoted club who we should really be making mincemeat of.

As soon as I step out of the plane and down the staircase to make my way towards the terminal, I switch my phone on and let out a groan. 23 missed calls. Why won't they leave me alone? I've made myself perfectly clear haven't I? No, you can't buy Antunes. No, you can't buy Batista. No, you can't buy Silva. So why am I drowning in missed calls from several Liga Nos, Greek Super League and Ligue 1 sides? I've never known anything like it, some of them have been calling me all Summer and are now calling 2 or 3 times a day. Dinamo Bucharesti's latest bid for Batista could have risen to £75k, which for a club like us is an extraordinary amount of cash, but I am not selling, and I've been so clear about that.

Annoyed, I switch my phone back off. Is it possible to just ghost other football clubs? Do they eventually give up if you keep ignoring them? I don't know but I don't need this today. We've got preparation to do.

I won't fall into the trap that so many fall into. I won't send my team out gung-ho against a poor side who will be sitting right back and trying to play on the counter. We need to be smart. I've looked at how they played in their first 2 games and they'll most likely set up with a narrow 4-3-1-2, focusing everything through the middle. This leaves me with an interesting predicament as against the smaller clubs I generally leave the centre of my midfield fairly open by allowing Hurley and Benjamim to get forward with attacks. So do I play safe and adopt a more disciplined central midfield set up? Maybe even throw a holding man in there? Or do I trust my players to make the right decisions and not leave a massive gap in the midfield that Évora can exploit?

I opt for the former. If it turns out that I'm playing it too safe then we can always change it up. We will stick with Project: Meatloaf but with Antunes dropping out, he's actually lacking fitness anyway so that's fine, and Seidi coming back in after his suspension as the holding man. Hurley will play in the number 10 role again. Serginho stays in net so that I can have another look at him, but to be honest I don't recall either him or Azevedo having to do any actual goalkeeping so far this season, so it's difficult to choose between them.

We'll adapt to their set up too. I instruct the players not to be so patient in working the ball into the box, and instead to attack both flanks quickly, with overlapping full backs. Évora are weakest on the wings so we should be able to double up on them there.

I make my way to the dugout, sit down and open my notebook. I'm very interested to see how my team adapts to the changes we've made.

We win the toss and Magina kicks off, playing the ball to Kevin on the left. He plays it inside to Hurley, who takes a touch before spreading the ball out onto the right for Amonike. Amonike takes on the opposition full back and sprints down the wing, hugging the touchline. When he's level with the penalty box he drills in a low cross and Magina gets in front of his marker to stab the ball home. I almost feel like laughing. 16 seconds in and we're ahead.

10 minute later, Aires plays a one-two with Seidi from a throw in on the left, and then passes the ball inside to Hurley. With one touch, Hurley sends a through ball onto the left wing for Kevin to chase. He keeps it in at the byline and puts in another low cross that reaches Magina at the near post. Magina spins away from his marker and just as the keeper dives to his left, anticipating a shot to the far post, Magina goes near, thumping the ball into the back of the net and putting us 2-0 up.

A few minutes later we're coming forward again. Hurley cuts inside from the left and lays the ball back for Seidi, who pings it first time down the left wing for Aires to run onto. The full back whips a cross in but Magina can't reach it this time, and Carmo clears as far as Hurley, who's waiting on the edge of the area. He keeps his composure, takes a touch and smashes the ball goal-wards, but it takes a massive deflection off of Gouveia and bounces towards the far post where Amonike is arriving. The winger contorts his body impressively in order to reach the awkwardly bouncing ball with a right footed volley and smacks it past poor Mateus in Évora's net.

3-0 up after quarter of an hour. I close the notebook. I may have over-prepared for this match.

And it isn't slowing down. Only a few minutes later Évora have their first chance when João Nabor hoofs a free kick from the right side of the half way line towards the far post. Ricardo Quintino finds himself in space and heads the ball back across goal, but nobody is there to get the final touch. Instead, Mauro Aires clears the ball to the left wing and Amonike races Bicho and beats him to it on the half way line. He nips away down the left, sprinting full pelt and only turning inside once he reaches the penalty area. This gives Bicho a chance to catch up and he slides in recklessly, but Amonike skilfully skips over his challenge before his disappointing placed effort rolls harmlessly into the arms of the keeper Mateus. Don't let that tarnish your opinion of how well Amonike is playing today though, he is making absolutely everything happen so far.

30 seconds later we have a throw in on the right hand side, level with the penalty area. Miranda throws it to Amonike, who gives it straight back. Miranda whips the ball first time towards the near post and Magina executes a superb volley into the far top corner. He's not exactly Robbie Fowler or Sadio Mané but a 19 minute hat trick is still phenomenal in my book.

The game mercifully goes down a gear in the next 10 minutes, allowing me to catch my breath, but just after the half hour mark Amonike swings a corner to the near post and Olivier rises above Bicho, glancing a header across goal, but it goes narrowly wide of the far post.

At half time I try to keep the team's spirits high. That was as one-sided a performance as I've seen in my career. Well, apart from the games at Höllviken but we always seemed to be on the wrong end of those. I decide that we may as well go for as many goals as we can. Seidi comes off, as it turns out playing him was an unnecessary precaution. Antunes replaces him and moves forward, while Hurley drops back. Hurley will play as a defensive deep lying playmaker though. I want him to stay back but use his range of passing to start attacks from a safe position.

The second half is quiet for the first 25 minutes, and then an Amonike corner is headed away by Bicho and cleared down the left by João Nabor. Macedo gets onto the loose ball and brings it inside, then plays it in to Rapha. Rapha plays it into the area first time for Fernandes but he rushes his shot and the ball flies high and wide.

From the resulting goal kick, Serginho plays the ball out long but an Évora defender heads it back as far as Kevin on the right wing. He skips past Hugo's slide tackle and bursts down the right wing. Once he gets to the byline he chips a cross in, but it's headed away by Fonseca as far as Benjamim just outside the area. Benjamim has defenders in front of him, so he fakes the shot and instead squares the ball for the unmarked Antunes, who takes a touch and strokes it into the bottom right corner of the net. The young number 10 is off the mark for us and we now lead Évora by 5 goals to 0.

I instantly bring on Fernando Batista and Renato Sanches for Amonike and Magina, who have both had excellent games.

10 minutes from time, Hurley wins the ball in our half and lays it back to Olivier, who spreads it out to Kevin on the left. He carries the ball over the half way line and puts a great ball over the top for Silva, who's running through the central channel behind the defence. The 16 year old takes it down but his left footed shot is parried behind by Mateus.

Now we're talking. Before the season started, every team in this league would've looked at our squad, looked at how we finished last season, and they would've respected us. They would have probably worried more about us than the other teams. But the time for respect is over. I want every team in the league to fear us. To hate us. And it's results like this that are going to make them do just that.

3 days later and we're on the road again. Today we have a mid-week match in Lourosa, North-Western Portugal, where we take on Lusitânia Lourosa in my very first Taça de Portugal cup match. Lourosa are in the 4th tier so even though we are away, we should keep up our excellent form today.

I decide to send out the fringe players and the ones I've either not tried out yet or not given any game time to this season. Azevedo starts in net by virtue of having made 1 start to Serginho's 2, Serpa and Xéxé make their full debuts at full back, with the old partnership of Miguel Oliveira and Ivan Santos between them. Santos no longer wants to leave and instead wants to fight for his place in the team, but that ship may have already sailed. Our defence has been great so far without him. I'm tweaking Project: Meatloaf, pushing the midfield double pivot backwards because I've had the bright idea of playing captain Valadão as an anchor man next to Rúby, which should give us a nice mix of brains and legs in the middle of the park. Batista and debutant Bruce Ávila will start as orthodox wingers, but will periodically swap sides and play as inside forwards, with Arruda between them as a shadow striker. Renato Silva plays alone up top. The only fringe player I can't accomodate with this system is our now 4th choice striker Wilson Dias, who didn't impress me at all in pre-season, but I'll bring him on at some point.

Just over 10 minutes into the match, Xéxé throws the ball down the left wing to Arruda, who lays it inside for Ávila. He shifts it onto his left and then drills in a great through ball for Silva. Silva hits it left footed on the turn but his shot goes narrowly over.

10 minutes later Valadão loops a free kick into the centre from the left wing. Oliveira gets his head to it on the penalty spot but his sideways header is completely non-threatening and looks to be heading out onto the wing. However in a moment of madness, Vasco makes the decision to head the ball back across his own goal into an incredibly dangerous area. The Lourosa defenders are stunned, they're frozen in place. This makes it very easy for Bruce Ávila to find space at the far post and slot the ball past the keeper, bagging himself a debut goal.

The match from that point on is a scrappy affair. It's very much what you'd expect from a match between a lower league side and a team full of reserves.

In fact, nothing of note actually happens until the 68th minute, when Serpa throws the ball to Valadão just inside our own half and he plays a long pass down the right wing. Silva runs onto it and chips it across to the far post, where Batista is lurking to hit it on the half volley, doubling our lead and opening his professional goalscoring account.

That goal sparks something in us. 5 minutes later Silva lays the ball back for Serpa, who uses his pace to charge down the right wing and then squares the ball to Rúby just outside the area. Rúby takes a touch and hammers a shot against the angle between bar and upright, and the ball is headed clear. Wilson Dias comes on to replace Hélder Arruda in the attacking midfield role. They're about as comfortable there as each other, which is to say sort of.

With 10 minutes to play, Rúby surges forward into the final third and plays a neat one-two with Batista to his left. He then feeds Silva, who's stood on the edge of the area with his back to goal. Silva turns and spots the run of Dias to his right, and he chips the ball through for him, leaving Dias with a sitter. Dias' half volley though is straight at the keeper Emanuel, who parries it behind.

With 2 minutes to go we're still pushing for a 3rd. Emanuel's short goal kick is sloppy and Silva gets to the ball before the daydreaming centre back Ferreira. He dribbles forward to the edge of the area but Ferreira, keen to save face, closes him down fiercely, making Silva panic and skew his shot wide.

A minute later a good give and go between Batista and Xéxé forces Lourosa to give away a corner. Ávila swings it into the centre and Xéxé powers a header towards the top left corner, but Emanuel saves well before Martyr clears.

We still aren't done though, into injury time we go and Valadão brings the ball forward into space, before playing it to Ávila, who's cutting in from the right. He shoots towards the far top corner but Emanuel saves well again to keep the score respectable.

I can't say I was particularly pleased with the first 68 minutes, apart from the goal, but in the end our reserves pulled their fingers out and played some nice football. Some of them have given me a lot to think about. Silva, who initially seemed so composed in front of goal on his debut, needs to work on making the most of his chances. He's easily rattled and I think the last time he shot with his preferred right foot he scored, but he's done nothing since except snatch at chances with his left. I've far from given up on him, but I know now what he can improve on. I might have a word with Magina, to see if he can help him with his game.

Ávila gave a very good account of himself, as did the 2 full backs, and I was also impressed with Rúby and Valadão, although I think those 2 would struggle to hold the midfield against a better opposition that would ask them more questions.

But all in all, I'm happy: we're top of the league, we've won our cup match, and we've still not conceded a bloody goal. And that'll do for me.

3-Horse Race (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep27)

I stand on a gravel path, wearing my trusty grey coat, a rucksack weighing heavily on my shoulders. Ahead of me lies a long, winding road that wraps itself around a distant mountain, the top of which is obscured by clouds in front of a blood red sky. The clouds turn from blue to red as I watch them, swirling and twisting, breaking apart and reforming.

"Franjo..." a booming voice echoes. "FRANJO!"

I jolt awake to see a familiar face just inches from my own. It's Pedro Botelho, my assistant Manager. He beams as he sees that I am awake. "Ah, apologies for waking you my friend but we are landing soon." He says as he removes himself from my personal space and sits down in the seat next to me, buckling his seatbelt.

We have arrived in Moura to play our first opponents of the new season: The efficiently named "Moura". I don't really know what to expect from them, which worries me slightly. They had a torrid campaign this time last year, finishing 8th out of 10 teams in their group in the first stage and looking like a relatively safe bet for relegation. But then they had an excellent Relegation Stage, finishing 2nd in their group like we did. Now they're predicted 4th so I just don't know how good they're meant to be.

With this in mind, I will opt for the safer of the 2 systems I've created here so far: Heróis Original. Although it will be tweaked slightly as I have mainly picked the team that have most impressed me during pre-season.

Azevedo starts between the sticks, but Serginho will have the chance to impress me in our next match. Our back 4 is almost unrecognisable, with Vitor Miranda the lone survivor alongside Lassina Touré, Olivier and Mauro Aires. I'd rather have Miguel Oliveira as backup than a starter and Santos has recently decided he should be allowed to move for free so he's the latest player to enter my bad books. Rúby partners Jaime Seidi in a withdrawn double pivot, although Rúby will be getting forward to support attacks. Amonike and Kevin start on the flanks, with Hurley trying his hand at the number 10 role between them. Antunes is back in full training but is not quite fit enough to start. Magina starts as the lone striker.

I walk out through the tunnel and take a deep breath. The summer break is such a bloody long time, I say to myself as a broad grin stretches across my face. The players take their positions, the referee blows his whistle, and our new season gets underway.

Almost quarter of an hour in Moura are pushing, but we break forward on the counter: Moura have their defensive line far too high, it's pretty much on the half way line. Magina holds the ball up just into the Moura half before releasing Amonike on the right with a good pass behind the defence. Amonike sprints to the byline, chased by a couple of defenders but he's too quick for them. When he reaches the edge of the pitch he cuts the ball back to Hurley, who sends the keeper the wrong way from 10 yards.

Pedro and I leap to our feet, punching the air. For all the preparation and research that went on this Summer, there was always a voice in the back of my mind saying "You don't know anything about these teams, they could all be better than anyone you faced last season. You could be a few goals down in the first half of the first match". Well we're back and we're refreshed, and right now I'd back us to beat anyone.

The rest of the half flies by without either team creating anything of note, until straight from kick off in the second half when Magina releases Hurley with another good ball through the defence. Hurley tries to double his tally but his shot goes wide of the near post.

I did ponder at half time whether I was comfortable with having 2 defensive midfielders on the pitch, both of whom were on yellow cards. I decided that...yes. Yes I was comfortable with it. Needless to say with almost an hour played Jaime Seidi sees his 2nd yellow for a silly trip and earns himself an early bath. I won't be too harsh on him, that's the first black mark on his record for me. I decide to drop Hurley back slightly and play a 4-1-1-2-1 formation.

And to be fair, it works. The game dies down once more and again, nothing happens until the 83rd minute, when a good Moura passing move ends with N'Goy releasing Lopes, whose shot flies just wide of the near post.

In an attempt to freshen up our attack I bring on a couple of youngsters. Batista replaces Amonike and Silva replaces Magina to make his debut.

With 92 minutes and 30 seconds played I'm perched right on the edge of my seat, glaring at the referee. Blow your bloody whistle, I silently urge him. This match has not been comfortable.

Just as I think that, Kevin lays the ball back for Mauro Aires, who's on the left hand side about 15 yards into our half. He looks up, and in a moment of brilliance, smacks the ball into the left channel, over Moura's defensive line. As he does, Renato Silva makes a diagonal run from the left wing, losing his marker. The ball falls perfectly into his path and he only needs 1 touch of the ball to stroke it into the far bottom corner on the half volley.

I fall backwards into my seat and breathe a massive sigh of relief. The broad grin returns to my face. There's something about this boy. His intelligence, his movement, his finishing, his composure. The sheer arrogance to effortlessly score such a goal on his debut at 16 years old. He's got it all. I know time will tell whether this is just a good pre-season and a good debut or genuine quality, but... I don't know where I'll be in 10 years. The optimist in me says Barcelona, Manchester United or Bayern. Somewhere like that. And call me crazy but I reckon I could take this lad with me.

After another week or wearily declining daily offers for Antunes, Batista and Silva, it's time to welcome Aljustrelense to Estádio Municipal de Angra do Heroismo. Our first home game of the season and a chance to put down a proper marker. I'll let us off for not exactly making this place the isolated island fortress I wanted it to be last season. We were adjusting. If we lose here in any of our first phase matches now though, I'll be furious.

Aljustrelense lost their first match of the season and if someone else in this league can beat them, then so can we. That's a philosophy I feel like I'll be adopting for all of our league matches.

We are at home, we are the favourites, and we are the better side, so here comes my feline formation, Project: Meatloaf. Seidi is suspended after his red card so Hurley drops back into midfield. Antunes takes his place behind Magina. In all fairness that change would've probably happened even if Seidi had been available. Aires will be encouraged to attack down the left and overlap Kevin or Amonike. Serginho starts.

It takes nearly 10 minutes for us to carve out our first chance. The ball is cleared following our corner and Lassina Touré finds himself on the ball with his back to goal on the edge of their area. He lays it back for Antunes, who curls it first time in front of Amonike on the left. Amonike's first touch takes him down the line past a defender and he drills in a low cross that finds Magina 8 yards out, but Runa manages to get a foot in and scramble the ball away to the edge of the area. Our new left full back Mauro Aires controls the ball before smashing it against the left post. The ball bounces away and is cleared.

Less than a minute later Benjamim cuts out a Dias cross and clears the ball to Magina on the left wing, just inside the Aljustrelense half. He makes one of his patented powerful runs with the ball diagonally towards the edge of the penalty area but is thwarted once again by Runa, who clears the ball. Touré picks it up on the half way line though and plays it onto the right for Amonike, who whips a cross into the 6 yard box and Magina's volley somehow crashes off the bar. Runa clears and we've struck the woodwork twice in the first 10 minutes. This had better not be an omen. I bloody hate omens.

The rest of the half is quiet. It feels like we've become nervous after wasting those 2 chances. I tell the lads that they've been unlucky at half time. We've made 2 good chances but we've just not had the rub of the green. I send them back out, hopefully with a bit more self-belief and confidence.

Just over 5 minutes after the restart, Miranda throws the ball to Amonike, who's level with the Aljustrelense penalty area on the right hand side. He passes well to Magina just inside the box, who turns and lays it off to Hurley. Hurley takes a touch, looks up, and fizzes a shot into the far bottom corner.

The relief in the team is clear, for a while it felt like one of those matches where it just doesn't happen. At least we've got the breakthrough, now we just need to protect it.

With an hour gone I replace Aires, who has been booked and is looking nervous, with debutant Luciano Serpa. Serpa will play on the right and Miranda will come over onto the left. Nerves cost you in situations like this, and they also make people do silly things, like send your team down to 10 men for the second match in a row.

With just over 10 minutes to go, we revert back to Heróis Original and Miguel Oliveira comes on in place of the goalscorer Hurley as he's apparently an adept holding man. It does the trick and we completely kill the match. We come away with a not-so-convincing 1-0 win, but I'll take 3 points and a clean sheet any day.

Only at this stage of the season can you have a 100% record, 0 goals conceded and still drop down the league. The table is pretty meaningless this early on but you can already see a 3-horse race starting to emerge. Pinhalnovense have come out for the new season looking extremely dangerous. They're the only other team that are yet to concede but they've already racked up a +9 goal difference. We'll have to keep an eye on them.

Cheers mate, hope you enjoy the new ones!

And I'm glad at least 1 person remembers that bleached blond arse too

PT Championship - First Phase Group G (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 26.5)

I know what you're thinking.

"I can't wait for you to box Vilafranquense's ears again Franjo!"

"I can't wait for the Caldas matches, you'll really show them this time!"

"I have a tattoo of your half-robot face on my thigh!"

But no! You're mistaken and confused. That's just not how the Portuguese Championship, or my readers, roll. Our opponents for this first phase will be drawn randomly out of the pool of 80 clubs. We've been dropped into Group G. Here are our new friends:



Aljustrelense

From: Aljustrel

Ground: Estádio Municipal de Aljustrel

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 6th in group H

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 3rd in group H

Predicted: 6th

Rivals in Group G: N/A



Amora

From: Amora

Ground: Estádio da Medideira

Last Season: Promoted from 4th tier

Predicted: 9th

Rivals in Group G: Barreirense (Competitive)



Barreirense

From: Barreiro

Ground: Campo da Verderena

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 3rd in Group G

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 3rd in Group G

Predicted: 3rd

Rivals in Group G: Amora (Competitive), Fabril do Barreiro (Historic, Fierce), Pinhalnovense (Local)



Despertar

From: Beja

Ground: Complexo Desportivo Fernando Mamede

Last Season: Promoted from 4th tier

Predicted: 8th

Rivals in Group G: N/A



Fabril do Barreiro

From: Barreiro

Ground: Estádio Alfredo da Silva

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 7th in group H

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 5th in Group G

Predicted: 7th

Rivals in Group G: Barreirense (Local, Fierce), Amora (Local)



Juventude Évora

From: Évora

Ground: Estádio Sanches de Miranda

Last Season: Promoted from 4th tier

Predicted: 10th

Rivals in Group G: N/A



Moura

From: Moura

Ground: Estádio do Moura Atlético Clube

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 8th in group H

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 2nd in Group G

Predicted: 4th

Rivals in Group G: N/A



Pinhalnovense

From: Pinhal Novo

Ground: Campo de Jogos Santos Jorge

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 3rd in group H

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 1st in Group H

Predicted: 2nd

Rivals in Group G: Barreirense (Local)



Sp Viana Alentejo

From: Viana do Alentejo

Ground: Campo João Branco Núncio

First Phase Position (Out of 10): 10th in group H

Relegation Stage Position (Out of 8): 6th in Group G, Beat Malveira 5-2 in Play-off 1st Round and Sernache 2-1 in 2nd Round

Predicted: 5th

Rivals in Group G: N/A



You'll notice that I've included these clubs' predicted positions for the phase ahead. You'll also notice that one position has been omitted. That's because it's our position. It's because I, Franjo, am widely expected to lead our Heróis to a 1st place position in the first phase.

Am I apprehensive? Yes.

Will I relish the challenge? Yes.

Do I back us to pull it off? Fucking right I do.

It's an interesting position to be in because I've so far been in charge of the massive underdogs and relegation favourites in Vellinge, and then a bit of a big fish in a small pond, dropped into the relegation stage by no fault of my own in my first half season here. Now a brand new season is dawning, and we'll achieve anything we achieve off our own backs. And if we fail there will be absolutely nowhere to hide.

And I don't want to pile more pressure onto myself, nor do I want to play down any future achievements, nor do I want to tempt fate. But I'm going to do all 3.

This is a weak group. 3 of the teams have just been promoted from the 4th tier and you'd expect them to be cannon fodder. Sp Viana Alentejo only survived relegation after dragging themselves through the play-offs. Barreirense and Pinhalnovense are the teams to beat as they narrowly missed out on going to last season's promotion stage, but apart from them, our opponents all had pretty poor seasons. I will expect a series of very, very good performances from our team this year.

Pre Season 2017/18 (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Ep26)

What a Summer. Aside from destroying the confidence of an imaginary ex-Everton flop I have actually also been swamped with real footballing matters.

I'll start by telling you that one of the first things I did when I was appointed Angrense Manager was put out an advert for a Manager for our under 19's side, as we didn't have one. And do you know how many applications have been sent to me in the last 6ish months? Zero. Goose egg. Nenhum. So this Summer, after reaching the sad conclusion that our 36 year old captain Gonçalo Valadão's playing days are coming to an end, I offered him the job. He accepted happily and is now Player/Under 19's Manager. His attributes are... not good, but I'm hoping that he'll increase in competence as we go.

At the end of June, Miguel Borba sprung quite a pleasant surprise on me: A new affiliation with Italian Serie B side Vicenza. In the future we may have the opportunity to sign a couple of young Italian stars on loan, which is obviously an exciting prospect.

Experienced goalkeeper David Dinis retired, and left the club along with some other players who had no place in my squad for the new season. Marco Aurélio, João Borges and Ivanildo Reis were the only ones who played any part in the first team for me, apart from Jordanes Medeiros, who completed his free transfer to Waasland-Beveren.

We've had our fair share of transfer sagas this Summer too. Cristiano Magina, for example, asked me to sell him for £18,000 in June after an insulting £12k bid from Romanian Top Tier side FC Vitorul. I refused and slapped a £100k price tag on his head. Admittedly this would be a ridiculous fee for a club of our stature to receive, but I have no intention of selling such a fantastic goalscorer. When they heard the news, the Angrense players grabbed their pitchforks and marched to my office to demand that I release him. Confused and annoyed, I simply said to them: "But he was the division's 2nd top scorer last season. Do you not think we'd be weaker without him?" To which they all just sort of nodded and shuffled back out of the room. Magina was also subject to bids from the Portuguese Premier League, the Cypriot top tier and the Eredivisie, but eventually, and much to my relief, he decided to stay.

Another player to throw a tantrum was 19 year old forward Silveira, who I had been looking forward to working with after he spent last season out on loan. He was upset that I rejected a... and I'm not exaggerating... £0 bid from CS U Craiova, also in the Romanian top tier. He spat his dummy out and I sent him to train with the kids and trialists (of which there have been around 100 over the course of the break). Craiova eventually came in with a £5k bid, rising to £10k with add ons, plus a friendly match. I negotiated them up a further £5k and got rid for a club record fee. They instantly cancelled the friendly. Twats.

I've laughed off a plethora of bids for our players. A few thousand for Seidi, Benjamim, Kevin, Oliveira, Miranda and Santos isn't really worth my time. I've been bombarded all Summer with insultingly low-ball bids for top prospects Batista, Antunes and Silva. None of these bids topped £1k until August when comparatively massive money started to be put on the table. I was never going to consider £10k, which was the most we were offered for Renato Silva, for reasons that I'll explain in a moment, but I really had to to think about Dinamo Bucharesti's Batista bid. It could have reached upwards of £35k, plus 50% of the next sale. I rejected it though as we don't particularly need to sell and I'd like to give him more football this year. Greek Super League side PAOK and Ligue 1 outfit FC Nantes spent all Summer bidding for Antunes but never strayed North of £2k.

But enough about that, I've got 6 new players to show you. Last season I was impressed with our attacking play but I wasn't always so convinced about the defensive side of our game, so that's where the reinforcements have come in so far.

Last season we had 4 Goalkeepers. 3 of them were pretty awful so I let their contracts expire and that left us requiring backup. 34 year old Serginho will not only provide able backup but he may even have the ability and experience to push Azevedo out of the side. He was released by Santa Clara in the Summer after having a decent season for them, conceding 26 goals in 19 games in the LigaPro, which is the Portuguese 2nd tier and the division above us.

Ivan Santos was only OK last year and I winced every time the ball went anywhere near Oliveira, so I've brought in 2 new centre backs. The first of these is Olivier Kingue. He likes to just have "Olivier" on the back of his shirt, so that's what I'll call him. He's a big, tough and fairly quick Cameroonian. His intelligence could do with development but he's 21 years old and so has plenty of time to learn. His contract had expired with Cameroonian side Nkufo Academy so we picked him up for free. If you're wondering how we spotted a player in such an obscure league, he gave a good account of himself on loan last season at SC Olhanense in the LigaPro, so I think we've grabbed ourselves a bargain.

The 2nd centre back we signed was Lassina Touré from Burkina Faso. His reach isn't as high as Kingue's but he's better developed both technically and mentally. We signed him on a free as well, as his contract with our rivals from last season Sporting Ideal expired at the end of the season.

I said last year that this team needs more dynamic wing backs, especially on the left hand side. As we released Reis on a free and I don't think Valadão has much left in the tank, I've signed us 2 new left backs. The first is Mauro Aires. Another young player at 21 years old, I paid £240 to prise him away from our fierce rivals (Who we've sadly not actually played yet under my regime) Praiense. He's ok defensively and not awful going forward, but his real strength is his pace. He is very very quick and may be able to add width with forward runs down the left.

The 2nd left back I brought in is Xéxé. You might remember that I mentioned my interest in him when we played Sporting Ideal last season. My January target Chileno wasn't available this Summer so I brought Xéxé in for £240 to rival but probably understudy Aires. He's also 21 and he's fairly quick so he'll be a decent option.

And finally I picked up a backup right back, Luciano Serpa. He's another player we picked up on a free and just like Aires we've picked him up from rivals Praiense. He's very well rounded: he can defend, attack, he's quick enough and he's got a good head on his shoulders. I'll have no problem giving him a chance in the side and he may even rival Miranda for a place, but he's missed most of pre-season through injury and won't be ready for our first match.

In terms of our pre-season, things have gone very very well. The highlight of our friendly matches was undoubtably our 2-0 win against Sporting Lisbon, the lowlight was our only loss, which came against lower league side Prainha. It was our 2nd string that played that match in fairness but we still should've won comfortably. Our last friendly was a ridiculous but entertaining 6-5 win over Tenerife.

The player that's impressed me most through pre-season might surprise you: 16 year old striker Renato Silva has been on fire. He started pre-season playing for the under 19's but after a couple of matches in which he decimated the opposition defence I promoted him to play with the first team. He's scored 7 in 7 games, including 3 as a sub, and at one point he even made me give serious consideration to the possibility of giving in and letting Magina go. But young players often lack consistency, so he will most likely make his appearances from the bench this year. Nevertheless his form is certainly encouraging and I'm sure that he'll make his first team bow sooner rather than later.

Who's impressed me the least? Gonçalo Valadão, I'm afraid to say. I've said before that I wish he had 10 years left in him but he just doesn't. I don't even think he's got 1. When he's appeared in these friendlies he's often been the worst player on our side and I just can't see him getting a game this year, especially as I've heavily bolstered the full back positions.

I will just give a couple of mentions as well to players that have impressed me: New signings Touré and Olivier have looked solid in defence, Antunes has looked so skilful and composed that I think he'll begin the season as our starting number 10 despite his tender years (Although he will miss the first game through injury), and Hélder Arruda has taken to his new role of backup attacking midfielder very well. He's been arriving into the opposition area late and bagging a fair amount of goals despite not being fully competent in the position.

And one more player that you should be aware of is Bruce Ávila. Like Silveira, he spent last season on loan at a lower league club, but unlike Silveira, he's come back for pre-season, kept his head down, worked hard and impressed me. He's an out and out left winger which is a good option to have. Last season we only played Kevin, Amonike and Aurélio on the left and they all liked to cut in on their right foot. He's also 20 years old and a very rounded young footballer.

I should probably mention that I did consider my future this Summer. I did consider looking for pastures new, a new club in some wacky new league, but I want to see what I can do with this Angrense side. There's potential here. I want to see if I can finally do what Eduardo couldn't, and take Os Heróis up.

I think partially I want my next club to come to me. I want to have impressed enough to be headhunted. Plus, I'd rather not send out 15 copies of my CV and annoy Miguel Borba, because frankly I don't want to end up back in the job centre.

Year 1 World Roundup (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 25.5.5.5)

I awake extremely early the next morning. Pushing myself to a sitting position, I can feel the numbness on my cheek where the pattern of the grass has been impressed after several hours of contact. My phone has run out of power and I've got a banging headache in the aftermath of my dehydration yesterday. This is not how good days start. I get to my feet and start to make my way back down the hill on which I accidentally stayed the night. Back down the gravel paths I walk as the sun starts to rise in front of me, painting the now fairly cloudy sky red and orange.

It's late morning by the time I make it back to my flat. I fall through the door and throw myself onto my bed face down, as Meatloaf and Burnie watch on in vague interest.

I decide to take a look at what's been happening throughout the world of football. I've existed in a bubble for the last year. I've been so preoccupied with my managerial duties that I forgot that football is happening everywhere.

I pour myself a glass of water and sit down with the laptop to see how the season's gone elsewhere in the world.

I start off by looking locally at the Liga Nos. Our one time Parent Club Benfica took the title, 6 points clear of Sporting and a staggering 17 points clear of a disappointing Porto side. Manager of the Year was FC Paços de Ferreira's Vasco Seabra, who guided his side to 4th and a Europa League spot, 8 places above their predicted finish.

Sporting's Bas Dost scored the most goals with 19, just ahead of Porto's André Silva. Benfica's defence drew a massive amount of admiration, as Álex Grimaldo and Lisandro López were rated the top 2 players in the league, while Ederson won the golden glove. Pizzi was also instrumental for them, racking up the most assists in the division. Arouca's Nuno Valente got the 2nd most. Now there's a name that sends a shiver down my spine.

Back home in Blighty, obviously no eyebrows were raised whatsoever as Arsene Wenger's side smashed their way to the title for the first time since their invincible 2003/2004 season. Arsenal finished on 91 points, 9 above José Mourinho's Manchester United, winning Wenger the Manager of the Year award in the process. The big under performers had to be Michael Laudrup's Southampton, who finished 18th on just 35 points.

They'll be playing Championship football next season, unlike Rafa Benitez's Newcastle, Mick McCarthy's Ipswich Town and Steve Clarke's Nottingham Forest, who are all promoted to the Premier League.

In the Premier League, United's Zlatan Ibrahimovic was the highest scorer, closely followed of course by West Ham's Jonathan Calleri. Arsenal's Mesut Özil and United's Juan Mata both had very good seasons, with plenty of assists and player of the match awards between them. David de Gea won the Golden Glove.

Again, nothing to see here: La Liga was won fairly comfortably by who else but Diego Simeone's Athletico Madrid! 6 points ahead of Zinedine Zidane's Real Madrid and a further 5 points ahead of Luis Enrique's Barcelona side. Simeone deservedly won the Manager of the Year award for his efforts.

Antoine Griezmann was the top scorer this year, just ahead of Cristiano Ronaldo, and Lionel Messi and Neymar both had excellent seasons for Barca. Real's Keylor Navas won the Golden Glove.

There really were no surprises in the Bundesliga as Carlo Ancelotti's Bayern Munich obliterated the rest of the division. They finished 16 points clear of Roger Schmidt's Bayer Leverkusen, who were themselves more than comfortable: 11 points clear of Ralph Hasenhüttl's Red Bull Leipzig in 3rd. Hasenhüttl still picked up the Manager of the Year award for reaching the Champions League.

The season was a disaster for Dieter Eilts' Werder Bremen team but even more so for Bruno Labbadia's Wolfsburg. Both sides fell well below expectations and will be playing Bundesliga 2 football next season.

Mats Hummels, Jerome Boateng and Manuel Neuer took the plaudits for their efforts in Bayern's defence, but it was Bayer's Kevin Volland and Leipzig's Yussuf Poulsen who impressed at the other end of the pitch, scoring 24 and 20 goals respectively. Hamburg's Lewis Holtby and Freiburg's Vincenzo Grifo racked up the most assists.

The title race was surprisingly close in Italy, but Massimilliano Allegri and his Juventus side eventually took the title on 81 points, breaking Inter hearts as they were only 3 points behind. Their striker, Mauro Icardi, was the league's top scorer, with his Milan rival Carlos Bacca coming in 2nd. The golden glove went to Gianluigi Buffon but just like in the league, Inter's Handanovic made it a close race. Leonardo Bonucci and Paulo Dybala also had excellent seasons for Juve, while Dries Mertens and surprisingly Ledian Memushaj of relegated Pescara were the top assisters. Sampdoria's Marco Giampaolo won the Manager of the Year award for performing above expectations, although they narrowly missed out on a European spot.

Monaco managed to overthrow Paris Saint-Germain, who are known globally as "The Celtic of Ligue 1" to top the charts in France. Radamel Falcao's return to the club played a huge part in Monaco's league triumph, as he racked up 22 goals, 2 more than his rival Edinson Cavani. Thiago Silva and Bernardo Silva were the standout players this year, while Bernardo was also by far the top assister ahead of William Vainqueur of Marseille. Benoît Costil had a magnificent season for Stade Rennais and kept the most clean sheets in the league, but he lost the golden glove award to Danijel Subasic. Leonardo Jardim of Monaco won the Manager of the Year award for ending PSG's stranglehold on the division.

What a strange year. All of that just goes to show it doesn't really matter who the team is, anything can happen. With the right or wrong Manager, Players and System, Arsenal can win matches after February, Forest can win promotion, Southampton and Wolfsburg can go down, Atleti and Monaco can win titles that usually have "Reserved" labels on them...

I hope that at some point I can achieve that level of unexpected success with an underdog. But there's also a pretty good chance that I'll relegate a good team. What an exciting and terrifying thought.

Monte Brasil (Franjo: A Journeyman Story - Mini-sode 25.5.5)

Do you know what I realised after our match against Caldas?

Here I am in the picturesque City of Hero Creek on beautiful Volcano Island and I've done nothing but scheme and worry and stress and glare at Roger for the last 4 months. And before that? Before that I was freezing to death, watching my dreams shatter before my very eyes in Southern Sweden.

I deserve a rest.

There is no training now. There are no matches in the foreseeable future. I have some players in mind that I'd quite like to add to the squad but I've got time to relax for a bit before I dive into all that.

The good thing about living in Hero Creek is that I've already essentially arrived at my holiday destination. I've not been able to appreciate this place since I got here and I think that it's about time I start.

I take a look online at potentially interesting things to do around the city. The Festas Sanjoaninas look interesting and they're happening on my doorstep: Parades, eating, drinking, bull fighting... I'm not a big fan of bull fighting... They don't start until the end of June anyway and I'll be busy by then.

In the end I decide to visit Monte Brasil, a peninsula just south of Hero Creek formed by several eruptions worth of dried lava from THE Volcano Island volcano, The Guilherme Moniz Volcano. You're supposed to be able to get a great view of Angra do Heroismo from on top of a hill called Pico das Cruzinhas.

I don't don my trusty grey coat, because if I truly wanted to roast I'd wrap myself in tin foil, and that comes with several negative connotations. Instead I opt for a full SC Angrense home kit that I received free of charge from Miguel Borba when I arrived at the club, I put on my sun cream and sunglasses, and complete the look with a pair of red and white sandals, because I'm an Englishman.

Meatloaf and Burnie both look curiously up at me as I pack my rucksack full of refrigerated bottles of tap water. I reach down and give them each a scratch behind the ear. I consider for a moment bringing them with me, but I think they're all set. They've got everything they need right here for their endless schedule of eating and sleeping and nothing else.

I set off walking down an Asphalt path towards Fortaleza de São João Batista (St. John the Baptist’s Fortress). The sun is especially intense today and I'd broken a sweat by the time I'd walked to the end of my street, but I press on.

After an hour the dehydration is setting in. I thought I had come prepared, bringing all those bottles of tap water with me, but after an hour in my rucksack they're all warm and unsatisfying. I've drunk one of the bottles already. I hope theres a corner shop on top of this pile of dried lava.

After 2 hours I'm staggering. I've only got half a bottle of water left. I've kept plodding on down asphalt and dirt paths but the sun, although it's beginning to sink down behind the horizon, is still draining. I meet a large dog, a golden retriever, and for a couple of minutes I forget the heat and smile as he trots happily alongside me, spurring me on, before he barks and runs back the way we came, out of view. My smile fades. I'm alone again.

And then, not half an hour later, I arrive on top of Pico das Cruzinhas. It's considerably less light than it was when I set off but it's still incredibly hot and humid. I feel dizzy. Sweat is pouring down my face. But I've arrived at the viewpoint.

I set down my rucksack, full of empty water bottles, sit down on the patchy grass and look out over the city. Over my city. The view really is stunning. I can see the docks, the rows of little white stone buildings, Estádio Municipal de Angra do Heroismo... I can see everything. I can see the entire city bathed in the red and orange glow of the setting sun. And it's all spinning. I feel sick.

"You look a little burnt there" says a loud, booming voice from somewhere above me. I almost jump out of my skin. I look upwards and the light seems to seep away all at once. The only things I see are clouds.

I look down again, wiping the sweat from my brow. I must have imagined the voice. It must be the heat. "Must it?" Booms the voice again. This time my eyes dart straight upwards, looking for the source of the voice. Again, all I see is clouds... but they look different to before... different shapes, different colours... and then the clouds start to shift. They start to move and interlock, break apart and come together again, before at last they take human form.

"Recognise me?" Rumbles the voice. The outline in the clouds is blurry, but definitely human. And then slowly, very very slowly, detailed features start to draw themselves across the figure's face. I squint a little to make them out... Eyes, nose, mouth, and then a bleached blond goatee.

"Abel Xavier?" I ask, hearing the disappointment in my own voice. Xavier laughs a deep, thunderous laugh.

"It is I, Abel Xavier. I have come to guide you, Franjo." He says theatrically. "I..." he pauses for dramatic effect, "...Am your spirit guide."

"Oh." I reply, making no attempt to hide my disappointment now.

"But what is wrong?" He asks, seeming slightly hurt.

"I don't know. I get that if I'm going to have a hallucinatory Spirit Guide he may as well be Portuguese, but wasn't Cristiano Ronaldo available?"

"No." He snaps.

"Deco?"

"No!"

"Even Nani would do..."

"NO" He booms, quite frighteningly. Then he lowers his voice again to an overly-theatrical whisper. "I, Abel Xavier, am your spirit guide, and I have appeared because I need to tell..."

"But I don't even like or respect you" I interject, in quite a whiny way. "You were shit at Everton and then you moved straight to Liverpool... And then you were shit for them, you're the worst."

"SILENCE!" He shouts. " I NEED TO..."

"Sorry", I interrupt again, very purposefully, "But I've wanted to get this out for 15 years and this is the first chance I've had."

After a fairly long and uncomfortable silence Xavier composes himself and takes a deep breath. When he speaks, he's whispering again. But his voice is shaking.

"Franjo, you must listen. I..."

"Are you related to Rikishi?" I ask loudly. Xavier sighs. "You've just always reminded me of the wrestler Rikishi, and vice versa. I think it's your hair. Your dumb hair."

"I don't have to take this", Mumbles the formation of clouds resembling Rikishi's probable relative Abel Xavier, "I'm the Mozambique head coach now, you know. I'm only appearing to help you."

"I think I'm probably further up the Managerial pecking order than you already then." I say coolly.

The form of Abel Xavier swirls and breaks apart and after a second or so I'm just looking up at the clouds once more. I wonder what he needed to tell me. It can't have been that important, he was only a figment of my imagination. And I'm pretty sure if it was an important message I would've imagined someone more impressive.

I sit there for a while, watching the street lights flicker into life around Hero Creek. It's an impressive place, you know. A brilliant place. I lie back on the soft tufts of grass and close my eyes.

That comment made my day mate, thanks for that! Really glad you're enjoying it. To be honest I originally post this series with screenshots on my wordpress page https://wtfranjo.wordpress.com/ but as a general rule I post without screenshots on forums so by all means come and have a look there at some point!

Thanks again, incredibly kind words