Those who look on in the future will not know him as Jürgen, but merely a cacophonous racket, which sent thunder claps of fear throughout European football, if not only for his tactical prowess, but for his lack of glorified stance and presence above those who he calls his subjects.

Upon his first scout mission, in the recesses of barbarian Rhineland, he kept afloat a light cavalry force, fluttering about mid-table in the Germanic Bundesliga, only to watch them defeated and pushed out as he parted ways. This would set the stage, as his raids into Central Europe were only gradually foraying into cataclysmic tide-shifts in the Aegean of world football.

Now, after taking over the English Khanate from a Northern Irish tribal leader, Jürgen the Swift attempts to rule the whole of the mainland, clashing with groups littering rural outposts, from Tyneside to Glamorgan. Once a fearsome tactician throughout the great footballing empire, he rides with a great squadron of horsemen, numbering eleven, accompanied by lustful eyes for reclamation of a prize he once came so close to holding.

In what may yet be remembered as the most epic of his battles, Jürgen pushed southeast, into Norfolk, to challenge the Great Green Horde, expecting a succinct, decisive victory, and further higher push on the table of Britain. Near immediately upon arrival, the Redmen had claimed first blood, flanking the Great Green Horde quickly after the initial horn blares of war. As if tied to a trebuchet and launched backwards, they were then shocked to be hit with a winding attack from behind, by the Generals Mbokani and Naismith, seemingly crushing all hope Jürgen’s men withheld at the time.

Clive Mason/Getty Images Sport

But yet, as dawn rose the next day, the Redmen would be pushed even further back, after a grave decision by Alberto the Wise gave the Great Green Horde even more of the high ground.

With their leader at their back, they found it within themselves to push forward with even more speed and aggression, spurred on by their most trusted Hendo the Tireless scoring a morale-boosting victory on the outskirts of the city. Building upon this momentum, they forced the Great Green Horde backward, claiming three more crucial, yet small, victories over their foes.

Alas, the battle raged on, with the men of Norwich engaging in a last-ditch attempt to prevent a total siege, winning what appeared to be the battle-ending decision, which should have forced off the Redmen.

But, as if in fantastical narrative, the deft riding of one Adam the Brave pushed through their defensive lines, as night drew close, striking the final blow in the heart of the Great Green Horde, whose city was left ransacked, just a small point tally in the ultimate pursuit of glory.

From The Secret History of the Redmen: A Chronicle from Roy to Jürgen