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Daedalus Kronus is a simple man with simple tastes. He has an eccentricity to him that only a few can understand, almost as if he were a mad genius in the likes of Albert Einstein or Thomas Edison. Though there certainly are things about him that he would like to change, he frequently wishes to change the symptoms to pretend that he is addressing those issues rather than to address the root cause of the issues themselves. However, the one thing that he does not fuck around about is football. From a very young age, Daedalus was fascinated by the game, always trying to envision what the player on the pitch would do next. Even as young as 2 years of age, his parents would frequently find him in front of the television, not speaking or moving, just analyzing. At 12, he was hired as an analyst for his local high school team - an unpaid position and one that offered no recognition but did come with a promise that when he reached high school age he would be guaranteed a spot on the team. As he improved his skills, he became addicted to the sport, watching film and playing in practice with the high school kids, until eventually a local professional team took interest and spoke to the school as soon as he entered the football program there. Within three games, the team approached him with an offer to join their u-16 team, but Daedalus declined. He knew that his tactical skills would be wasted there. With every passing game, he garnered more interest, until eventually scouts from Olympiacos, Panathinaikos, PAOK, OFI, and almost every major Greece-based football team were watching the majority of his games. Once he reached the point of graduation, every single college in the nation offered him a full-ride scholarship to come play for them, but he refused them all to join the Simulation Soccer League. He found choosing between Olympiacos and Panathinaikos very distressing, and with offers to come try out for such teams as Odd in Norway, Barcelona U-21's, and even Brighton U-21's, he simply could not choose. So, the tactical football genuis is now in the SSL, awaiting his team. (350+)

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Players of the Future: Daryl McManus

Daryl “Dazza” Barry McManus, 18, was born in St. Andrew’s War Memorial Hospital on January 26th, 2006, to Julie and Marcus McManus. The couple soon took him home to Logan, a suburb south of Brisbane.

Daryl would grow up in Logan, attending Woodridge State School for his primary school. It was here he first began to play soccer, immediately taking to it the most of every sport his parents had him try. He would continue to play the sport through primary school, not only through the school but also in a private, free team for children, intended as a way for them to learn the game.

After his thirteenth birthday, Daryl changed schools, going to Woodridge State High School, a public secondary school. He would spend the first three years of his secondary school career here (grades seven, eight, and nine), joining the school’s boy’s soccer team, for which he quickly became a key player. For a time, this was how he continued to grow in the sport.

However, before Daryl’s tenth year of school, his family was approached by a member of Sydney City, offering the young man a place in their academy system. This was where Daryl first began to attract attention, entering Sydney City’s academy system with verve and pomp. Though he was still obtaining an education, much of his time could now be fully devoted to learning and growing as a soccer player. The next few years saw Daryl grow quickly both on and off the pitch, in physique and skills, as he transitioned from the striker role he had played for his school teams to a middle field role. His natural fitness and eye for passing, plus surprising patience, meant he was a natural and soon adapted to playing as a central midfielder.

Now, Daryl hits the pitch for the Sydney City Academy Senior Team, ready to show the world what he has, and to try and win his way to a bigger team, along with his signature mullet.

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Biography

Hannibal Armaros is a man of very few words and always has been he is of Turkish descent specifically from the city of Antalya where he grew up close to the coast in a very populous city with his five siblings, three of which were brothers and two sisters. Armaros throughout his life was known as someone who did not say much or needed to say much, in school teachers had often called him the silent but intelligent as he would always be ever so quiet in class compared to others but would still retain everything without needing to ask. Even in practice when he would play soccer at his school, his coaches would not require him to communicate as Armaros believed it, how he played on the field was enough communication for him in general. Armaros because of this took up a position in the field so that he could use his decision making to constantly scan the field and communicate what is happening through gestures and his passes. He wanted to make it so that only those close to him know what is about to happen as they are the only ones who would understand someone who were to say nothing. Armaros’s goal is to dictate the tempo of games making sure that he was always in control of what was happening and so that teams had to focus on him leaving room for his stars as he dished them out the ball. Armaros however had stopped playing soccer for several years but then came back as he lost touch with communicating with so many people and this sport served as that communication for so long. It felt as if something was missing. That is when he returned to play collegiate soccer and then declared for the SSL draft one year later in order to spread his communication and to dictate the tempo in a higher stakes environment.

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All the talk nowadays of nepo babies, of how it's not what you can do but who you know, and yet, nobody ever talks about the down side of having a famous family member. In Dizzy Martin's, case, maybe "famous" is a stretch, but within certain circles his name carried something of a weight.

Dizzy Martin was born the son of a reasonably-known professional wrestler, Law Martin, now deceased. The sort of guy who never quite hit the heights in the industry, but who carved out a niche as a comedy goofball over the years across North America. Dizzy's big brother, Chip, was apparently carrying on that legacy, although it had been years since they'd talked, let alone seen each other.

And yes, Dizzy had tried stepping into the ring before he'd even finished school, but just after a handful of appearances, and one actual match against his dear old dad, the young athlete knew that following in his father's spandex footsteps wasn't for him. He saw his father as a joke, and was sure the crowds were laughing at him, not with him. It was an ugly argument, and a rotten departure.

Dizzy returned home to England, moving in with his grandfather, who quickly- belatedly- sowed in him the lifelong love of football. By his mid-teens, he'd found his niche as a tough-battling midfielder, putting himself about on the pitch and never backing out of a challenge. Short and stocky, in a world of fancy, fleeting footwork, he was the scrapper, the clogger, the guy maybe only getting one touch at a time, but making it count by stopping the attack dead in its tracks. He was determined that nobody would think of him as a joke, like his father.

His dad would never get back to England to see Dizzy play, passing away in his prime. That lack of reconciliation is a regret that Dizzy carries with him every time the youngster steps onto the pitch, and now, instead of trying to prove he's not a joke like his father, he's trying to make him proud, hoping that he can build a career to live up to the Martin name he'd been so embarrassed of.