Welcome to the big leagues, rookie!
Congrats! You finally know what winning feels like
You did it! Time to brag to your friends
Moving on up to the big leagues!
You've got a new star in the team!
Sometimes you just have to let go
You're unstoppable!
Victory! You've defeated the mighty Algodonales led by the legendary Prektor Hanks. A triumph for the ages!
Win an official match with a goal in the 90th minute or later. Somewhere, the rival manager is still arguing about added time.
Win an official match after trailing by two goals. Your half-time team talk is now classified as a weapon.
Win an official match by five or more goals. Someone give the scoreboard operator a break.
Lose an official match by five or more goals. It's not a defeat, it's a learning experience. A very long one.
Finish an official match 0-0. Ninety minutes of tactical genius, or so you'll tell the press.
Play an official match with seven or more goals. Both goalkeepers have asked for a transfer.
Win a penalty shootout. You watched none of it through your fingers. Absolutely none.
Win an official match with one of your players sent off. The red card was clearly a tactical masterstroke.
Fill your stadium to the last seat for an official home match. Even the hot dog guy had to stand.
Go five official matches in a row without conceding. Strikers across the league have filed a complaint.
Lose five official matches in a row. The board says they're fully behind you. Way, way behind you.
Take charge of Algodonales. Prektor Hanks left you his tactics board. It's blank.
Get relegated. Look on the bright side: next season you're the favourites.
Get sacked by the board. Clear your desk and take the stapler. Nobody will notice.
Sell a player for 50 million or more. The fans are furious. The accountant is crying tears of joy.
Sign a player on loan. Please return him in the condition you found him. Ideally.
Sign a free agent. Zero transfer fee, zero regrets... probably.
Promote a youth academy player to the first team. His mum has already bought fifty shirts.
Have every staff role filled at once. The canteen queue is now longer than the squad list.
Rename your stadium. The fans will keep calling it by the old name forever anyway.
A substitute scores in an official match. Your bench finally earned its sandwiches.
Win 1-0 with five at the back. Football purists are writing angry letters. You framed one.
Win an official match playing 4-2-4. Your defenders have been reported as missing persons.
Beat a club from a higher division in the national cup. Goliath would like a rematch.
Lose a national cup match to a club from a lower division. Their striker is a plumber. And a legend now.
Finish bottom of the league. On the bright side, there's only one way to go from here.
Stay up while the club right below you goes down. Somebody give the club doctor a raise.
Score 100 league goals in a single season. The goal nets have formed a union.
Complete 20 seasons as a manager. Somewhere along the way, your hair handed in its notice.
Manage five different clubs. Your removal company has you on speed dial.
Win a pre-season tournament. It counts. You've already engraved it. It counts.
Lose a European cup final. They say the silver medal is very shiny. It is not.
Sign a youth prospect for your academy. Sixteen, two left feet, and you believe in him.
Sign a player by paying his release clause in full. No haggling, no mercy, no budget left.
Sign a player aged 35 or over. Experience is priceless. So, apparently, is his physio bill.
Sign a sponsorship deal. Your soul was not part of the contract. Probably.
Let the club's budget drop below zero. The accountant has stopped returning your calls.
Build every cafeteria and shop your stadium can hold. The football is now a side business.
Fire a member of staff. You'll miss their coffee. Not them. Just the coffee.
Win a top-flight title with a club you took over at least two divisions below it. Hollywood has called about the film rights.
Win the European cup with Algodonales. Prektor Hanks has fainted. Twice.
Concede at most one goal every four league matches over a whole season. Strikers now need therapy.
Win five top-flight titles in a row with the same club. The engraver has stopped asking for the name.
Win the top flight when the board only asked you to survive. They have been staring at the wall since May.
Win top-flight titles in three different countries. Your passport and your trophy cabinet are finally even.
Manage 1,000 official matches. Your touchline area is now a protected heritage site.
Get promoted three seasons in a row. Your club changes league more often than its kit sponsor.
Win the national cup without conceding a single goal. The opposing strikers have formed a support group.
Reach a club budget of one billion. The accountant is swimming in it. Literally.
Win the Contenders Cup. Not the biggest trophy in Europe, but your trophy cabinet doesn't need to know that.
Win the Conference Cup. Europe's third-tier trophy, but first in your heart.
Win the European Super Cup.
Win your country's Super Cup.
Win the Club World Cup.
You’ve done it! You signed Subisarreta, the greatest of all time… or at least in his own mind
You made the tough decision to step down as manager. Sometimes, moving on is the best play
The hard work paid off! Your team is moving up. Enjoy this unforgettable feat
Your tactical genius led to a player scoring 3 goals in a single match. Maybe you should teach chess too!
Your brilliance inspired a player to net 5 goals in one game. What’s next, managing a superhero team?
End the season with one of your players topping the league’s scoring charts. A true master of goals!
One of your players stole the spotlight and became the Man of the Match. Somebody’s feeling legendary
They came for the football. You gave them more plastic to sit on. Legendary.
A pen, a signature, and at least one more season together. What could go wrong?
You ruled over Spain’s top division. ¡Olé!
Champions of Italy’s top tier. This is football royalty.
You conquered the continent. The ultimate glory is yours.
You lifted domestic silverware. One nation, one champion.
Rulers of England’s top flight. Football comes home.
You conquered Germany’s top division. Pure power.
You ruled the French top tier. Vive le football!
Champions of the Netherlands. Total football legacy.
You topped Portugal’s finest. Golo after golo!
You reigned supreme in the USA. Stars, stripes, and soccer.
You ruled Saudi Arabia’s best. Glory under the sun.
You dominated Argentina. This is la pasión!
You conquered Uruguay’s elite. Small country, big football.
You ruled Brazil’s top division. Samba at its finest.
You conquered Turkey’s top flight. Loud, proud, unstoppable.
You've coached abroad in multiple countries. Your passport has more stamps than your trophy cabinet.
You renewed the pitch. Fresh, green, immaculate and the players will destroy it by halftime.
Two trophies in one season. You're going to need a bigger shelf and a second hand to hold the champagne.
Three trophies in one season. At this point the trophy cabinet is filing a complaint about overtime.
10+ years at the same club. That bench has your name carved into it now.
A whole league season, not a single loss. The other managers would like a word. You're not taking their call.
Every single league match won. All of them. Someone check if the other teams actually showed up.