We’ve all been there, sat in our underwear at 4am; “Just one more game” you tell yourself but as you go to draw the curtains and dim the lights you remember that crucial Europa League match on the horizon.
So you slip back into your imaginary suit and start to figure out the best way to outfox Inter Bratislava with no regard for your significant other trying to slumber besides you.
Personally, I take Football Manager so seriously I’d rather my girlfriend didn’t see how passionate I get about it in case she uses it as a benchmark of how I should feel about her.
Whether a casual user or unhealthy obsessive, take heed of the story in this video. Treat it as a cautionary tale of what could happen to you if you don’t convince yourself once in a while that you’re not actually Jose Mourinho, nor sadly even Joe Kinnear.