
You are sixteen, unsigned, and nobody is watching. Twenty seasons of training, matchdays, contracts, scandals and silverware separate you from the shirt they print your name on.
Train, rest, lift, study film, or go out with the squad. Energy and morale are finite and the calendar never stops.
Four to six scenarios a game. Shoot, pass, or take him on — your attributes set the odds, your nerve sets the choice.
Scouts, agents, bribes, press ambushes, dressing room politics. Choices resurface seasons later.
Five tiers from a local academy to continental elite, then a career report card when the boots come off.