So go ahead. Grab a pen, a napkin, or just your phone notes. Scribble down your 23 names. Argue with your dad. Ignore your colleague’s frankly bonkers take.
You don’t need to know formations or fancy tactics. You just need a heart and an opinion.
Because at the end of the day, this isn’t about stats. It’s about the summer of 2026, with the sun out, a cold drink in hand, and your chosen eleven trying to make you proud. That is why we all get to play manager.
