Like many, my youth was scarred was by a dependency on the crystal meth of soccer manager computer games, Championship Manager, on the old Amiga.
My family and a team of priests (is that the collective noun?), thankfully, staged a violent intervention and after a difficult de-programming I’ve lapsed only once in a decade; bringing Reading to an unlikely Championship victory with the mercurial George O’Callaghan rewarding my faith in him with a season to remember, since you ask.
I know of a guy who wore a full three-piece suit for a UEFA Cup Final during a stint hooked on Football Manager 2008. Another played the distinctive Champions League music on a tape recorder before every European Cup game.
However, I’ve just read something that trumps it all. Behold Run of Play liveblog a Football Manager Champions League Final. Superb.

