Because it’s the international break and we’re bored, the writers of Cartilage Free Captain have already been experimenting with equipment learning and recurrent neural networks. The Recurrently Generated Soccer League can be an outgrowth of this experimentation: a assortment of generated fictional English soccer team labels. The stadiums and SB Country blogs are also recurrently generated. This is a fictional biography of a fictional soccer team generated by a pc. For science.
Stradley Old Lovers started life in the first 1870s as the elite invitational Stradley Rovers. The London club’s initiation was the subject of salacious gossip for a long time until December 1879, when small hopeful Jonathan Phelps was captured with the wife of Kickstonians captain Wilfred Dalrymple and badly beaten.
Stradley Rovers wilted aside in the subsequent scandal, but fifty years after they burst back to lifestyle. A defiant Phelps, whose heroism in the trenches at Ypres earned him nationwide fame and an eventual fortune to match, bought an unused athletic stadium on the outskirts of London and changed it for soccer, re-founding the team and declaring “Stradley’s Ancient Lovers return today.”
Stradley Old Enthusiasts Nickname: Old Enthusiasts, The Lovers Home Floor: Greentithe Road Motto: We Conquer All Package sponsor: [none] Supervisor: Emmanuel Pluton Colors: Crimson, white, blue
Though their reputation for permissiveness still defines the team (Stradley’s supporters, never afraid of a tall tale, claim primacy in the etymology of the verb “to straddle”), the club’s foundational beliefs manifest themselves in many other, as well as perhaps more unusual ways.
Uniquely among professional clubs, Stradley refuse to acquire contracts in the transfer marketplace (they are, however, flawlessly pleased to sell anyone who wishes to leave), waiting instead for other clubs’ players to attain Bosman free agency ahead of signing them to long-term deals. This imbalance enables them to fork out far higher wages than most other sides in the little league, attracting top-quality talent without the financial outlay typically associated with big buys.
Stradley are focused on passing that savings to their fans. To view the seven-period champions at their house ground, expect to pay only £5, with the notable exception of their £50,000-per-match corporate field seats, which come with a mandatory £25,000 donation.* The club also heavily subsidises aside travel, making their voracious support among the selling details of the English video game.
On the pitch, supporters are treated to a team whose attacking verve is the benchmark for the rest of the division. Fast, good, and skillful, Stradley at their finest can handle scoring by the bushel. They are less attentive, however, to their defensive obligations. Once, In response to a query about whether his part was conceding too many goals to stay in the title competition, legendary manager Emmanuel Pluton said “We attack; they defend,” then walked out.
But their ambivalence towards defending only produces them more fun to view. Stradley are pleasantly the neutral’s favourite & most football followers’ second team. Apart from fierce rivals Ex Community, today in the Championship, the only club that appear immune to Stradley’s appeal will be Kickstonians. With the history between the clubs constantly referenced in Stradley’s match day programmes along with the sly jokes and winks within their press conferences, you can see why.
*The price tag has, inevitably, made the somewhat-creaky Stradley boxes the most famous football vacation spot for London’s hip ultra-wealthy.