Meanwhile in London...
-I'm not gonna lie...that's some top-notch mediocre cazzo di merda if I have ever seen-a-one...I will need money. Do you have the money?
Fulham's owner, some sort of a guy doesn't matter who gives a shite amirite, looked desperately at one handsome Sanmarinian guy casually sitting in front of him.
-W-w-well...we do have some monies, certainly, yes, but...
-But?
-It's not many monies. We cannot compete with top Championship teams...
It was a sign that worthy challenge has appeared. Across many, many Master Leagues in world of PES, where time is convoluted and distorted and corrupted also, he, like many other managers, has transcended many, many wicked worlds. He has led tons of teams in many dimensions to the ultimate glory. Be it legendary Dinamo Moskva who won five Champions League titles in a row, Belenenses who put an end to Portuguese Cartel once and for all, mighty Spezia Calcio, destroyers of worlds, conquerors of Italy, unknown FC Belgium...
Angelo Miuratti, God of War, one of many Master League Travellers was there and he knew, goddamit he knew dem monies mean nothing in this cruel PES world, and not even Adam and Asim gonna stop him.
-You, nameless Fulham owner...you and me...we will put an end to this heresy once and for all...
-Well yeah you sure are one mysterious guy Mr. Miuratti but what the f-...
-Overpriced and overpaid and yet morally bankrupt...England, the centre of football's corruption...Endless pounds, shitty merchandise, ultimate teams and fantasy teams...Seabass might forgive you all, but I have to send you to him first...
Both men stared at each other for a few minutes in a great anticipation. They knew another fantastic journey is about to begin. Well one of them at least. On the other hand, nameless owner, realizing how stupid and confusing all that crap is decided to say something.
-Look Sir, your CV is all nice and you know football and how to manage all sorts of thingies and I'm willing to hire you, just explain what the heck are you talking about, some time travelling, transcendencendendence, I mean I'm really worried about y-
-That's just the way things are sometimes...look, you wanna win that Champions League silver chalice cup or not?
-Well yeah...
-Stick with me. I have the plan. A good one. But you have to trust me. And Praise the Sun indiscriminately, at least twice a day.
-Oh my God what have I gotten myself into...
"Today Fulham has announced acquisition of San Marino's finest calcio manager to ever grace this planet, Signore Angelo Miuratti, former manager of Super Spezia in PES 2017 (whatever that means). Apparently he wants to win Champions League in five years or something. That's absolutely crazy!" - The Soon.
"I mean, what is this crazy Italiano thinking?! Salary cap? Ban Ultimate Team? Financial restrictions?! I dare say we send him back where he came from, we have no need for quality football teams and competent management, not to mention European trophies!" - average Englishman football guy.
"Whatever, I don't like this club all that much anyway. So I've hired the guy, you know, he seems passionate and stuff...but he's scary sometimes. As long as he won't kill all of us, I am going to do absolutely nothing and pretend everything is alright." - Fulham's owner guy who is he?
PES works! Bought my key, installed it right now, I might not play much - if at all - tonight, but I've decided to play Fulham. I hate English football with passion, too much goddamn money and absolutely hillarious record in Europe, and I don't even watch football anymore goddamit I just play PES! You are the worst kind, of the...worst kind, England! Throw aside your monies and finally git gud!
Fulham is licensed so it's a nice introduction to Championship for me. Never played it. Gonna smash it. We'll take England by storm, actually make it relevant on football map of Europe for once!
First news and screenshots and stories will arrive tommorow I guess!