Welcome, Gaffer of Chaos (brace yourself)!

Hop in a time machine to ’93... or ’33, whatever. In DMT: Director Manager Total the wibbly-wobbly time stuff is background noise; your club’s a dog’s breakfast and you’re the last roll of the dice.

Your day-to-day (starting now)

• Recruit raw pace – spot that League Two winger who’s quicker than Sonic yet couldn’t cross for toffee… flog him before the scouts cotton on.

• Bin the passengers – shred wage-bleeding contracts, trigger daft release clauses, then sweet-talk Fleet Street with pure waffle.

• Grab the clipboard – go “4-4-2 Proper” or “3-4-3 Bonkers” and bellow “Switch it!” like it’s Match of the Day, 1995.

• Spruce up the cow-field – fine, it’s just a green cell in your spreadsheet… but it’s your spreadsheet.

• Dodge the board – that monthly e-mail titled “Financial Results: X”? Ignore it or pull black-belt accountancy magic.

The DMT way

We’re not the most realistic.
We’re the most gloriously daft.

• Rock-solid core gameplay – already in your hands.

• Monthly drops – new leagues, 2-D match engine, terrace chants.

• Community clout – your feedback tightens every bolt.

Love breaking things in Early Access? Throw on the tracksuit, chalk up the tactics board, and crack on with the chaos.