David Collins

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14 Dec 2030
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184 Edition

The Salyut Courier

4 Feb 2030
From our football correspondent Triumph

Squad

Maxim Kutovoy is carrying Salyut

37 goals and a season average of 7.56. Form like that gets noticed well beyond this town.

Market

Anton Radchenko agrees terms with Irkutsk

The clubs have settled the fee and he has settled his wages. What remains is a medical and a photograph, and around Salyut people have started saying his name in the past tense.

Market

David Collins hands in a written request

“I have nothing bad to say about this place. I just need to be somewhere else.” It is in writing now, which changes what Salyut can pretend not to have heard.

Transfer targets

The paperwork begins on Aleksey Devyatkin

A medical, a signature, a shirt held up in front of a sponsor’s board. Salyut have done the hard part with Rodina, and the part that remains is the part supporters actually see.

Match

Still nobody has beaten Salyut

The unbeaten run reaches 7. Some of them were wins and some were escapes, but a side that refuses to lose is a side other dressing rooms talk about.

Boardroom

$140.4K of the owner's money at Salyut

The shortfall was covered from upstairs again. Supporters are entitled to be relieved and entitled to ask what happens the month it is not, and both feelings usually arrive together.

Transfer targets

Door shut on Aleksandr Rybakov

Salyut asked and Sochi said no without discussing a figure. It is the least ambiguous answer in football and the one clubs most often come back to test.

Squad

Words at Salyut training over how hard people work

Somebody said out loud what several people had been thinking. Alexandr Krikunenko is at the centre of it, and the squad will now find out whether the standard rises or the pair of them simply stop speaking.

The terraces

One of their own: Anton Radchenko

He is 17 and the ground already sings his name, which is a thing that happens to local boys and almost never to signings. Everything from here is measured against an affection he did nothing to earn except be from here.

In brief

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The Salyut Courier

1 Oct 2029
From our football correspondent Upbeat

Player ratings

Maxim Kutovoy scores twice — 8.84

Two goals and a mark of 8.84 to go with them. Strikers are judged on afternoons like this one and remembered for far fewer of them than people imagine.

Squad

Tempers go at Salyut

Vladislav Zernaev was at the centre of it, and by the time it was pulled apart there were three or four others involved. Training grounds are small places and long seasons make them smaller.

Match

Still nobody has beaten Salyut

The unbeaten run reaches 6. Some of them were wins and some were escapes, but a side that refuses to lose is a side other dressing rooms talk about.

Squad

Alexandr Krikunenko falls out with a teammate over standards

The oldest argument in any dressing room and the only one that is genuinely about football: one man thinks another is not putting enough in. It is also the row a manager privately does not mind having happened.

The dugout

The manager makes an example of Vladislav Zernaev

“If you cannot run for the shirt, somebody else will wear it.” No name was used and none was needed; every player in that room knew who it was for.

Match

The run is over for Salyut

5 matches without defeat, and then Irtysh. Nobody at the ground pretended it would go on forever; nobody expected it to stop here either.

Match

Salyut refuse to lose to Irtysh

A point taken on 93 minutes is worth exactly one point and considerably more than that to a dressing room. This side does not stop, which is a reputation worth more than the result.

Market

Still no ink between Salyut and Tom Teillol

“We keep meeting, and we keep leaving the room with the same numbers we walked in with.” Another round of talks at Salyut, another week without a signature from Tom Teillol.

Match

Salyut and Irtysh take a point apiece

It finished 2‑2, and it somehow always looked like it would. One of those afternoons where the table moves less than the tempers.

In brief