Well, Worcester's second Champion's League campaign has again ended in defeat to the Spanish, this time at the hands of Barca in the semis.
Things kind of fell apart in the January transfer window - we were in a bit of financial trouble, as a result of the board refusing to anything to our 12507 stadium, and so I trimmed my squad quite dramatically. Sold 7 of my squad/reserve players, leaving me with a first team squad of 20 - still enough - and putting me in a much healthier position financially - spending £900k of a £1.2m wage budget, and with £22m to spend on transfers.
Then the board accepted a bid for my star midfielder over my head, from United. £30.5m. It sounds a lot of money, but at 22 this kid had everything. Everything barring long throws and marking was above 15, and he had all the right mental stats. There's only 2 players in the world with similar stats and I'll never get them, even if I *could* spend £70m and pay £200k/week. So angry.
Had a few injuries, but still going well in the league, until some fucked up glitch gave me Barca away, Liverpool at home, Cardiff away and Barca at home in seven days. Despite playing my under 18s against Cardiff (and my financial restrictions and shit facilities mean that these are all Worcester boys, and spectacularly shit) and effectively forfeiting the game (we lost twenty-nil!!!) the first team were still all under 85% fitness for the return leg of the semi, and we couldn't hold on to our aggragate lead.
We're nailed on for the league, being 8 points clear with 3 to go (hence my happiness to forfeit a game) and in the FA Cup final, so it's still a good season, but losing that player has really pissed me off. I was going to stay here until we were completely dominant, but as soon as we win the CL I'm fucking off to a proper club. Cunts.