"The worst manager of our generation." - Orion Newsletter.
"Where did it all go wrong for Sczerny?" - Saint John's Pen.
"One of the worst falls from grace ever." - Hamilton Vice.
"Doubt he could win even if he coached an all-star team." - USA Times.
The headlines didn't lie.
Paul Sczerny had once been a top coach, leading Norwich to victory after victory at the highest level of football. Then, suddenly, everything collapsed.
His team, comfortably sitting at fourth place, plummeted eighteen spots into the relegation zone. He was sacked.
But his reputation still carried weight, earning him another shot in the Sky Bet Championship. It didn't matter. Sczerny failed again, this time relegating Luton, the very team he had been trusted to save.
Sacked once more.
Desperate, he took every opportunity that came his way, hoping to turn things around. But nothing worked. He lost match after match, defeat piling upon defeat. Eighty consecutive losses.
He tried everything from switching formations to signing new players but the results never changed. He couldn't win. He couldn't even climb a single spot in the standings.
His fall was staggering. From managing in the Premier League to the depths of the Vanarama National League. Now, he found himself at Halles Sieger, a struggling German club, demoted after four disastrous seasons.
This was it. His last chance.
If he failed here, no club would touch him again.
But Sczerny was determined. He didn't care how long it took, he would win. He had to. Because everyone knew the truth: if he failed this time, he was finished.