It’s a new year, that means time for resolutions, reflection and sometimes even rejuvenation. Forget the spa break, forget the diet and exercise plan, it’s time to play some games.
Fergie is gone, Mourinho is back, and the Premier League looks more open than it has since its inception. Amidst all this chaos, in walks someone new. This is Football Manager 2014.
Football Manager and I use to be blissfully married, in an addictive, sometimes abusive, relationship that often ventured in to the destructive. Just when I thought I was out, they drag me back in — kicking, but not screaming.