This is posibly the most depressing game I've ever played. I'm not even joking.
It's a great reminder that you can't ever win in life. No matter what your abilities are, you'll always be at the mercy of your circumstances.
Do well at your job and your co-workers will probably hate you and hinder you at every opportunity - after all, they pursue the same vague idea of glory and prosperity you do. And you only have so much time on this planet and that time, you will learn, is not nearly enough to please even a fraction of the people who matter. The small victories you get every once in a while won't fuel you forever either.
Do poorly and everyone will hate you - your family and fans disappointed, your friends and significant other alienated, the press chewing your fat until they decide you're yesterday's news - and then there you are, stuck on the bench with your only friend left: the drink.
But of course your boss will always be there to provide a stone cold, insatiable father figure: shouting unhelpful and meaningless nuggets of wisdom like "Take your time" and "Think about when you call" every step of the way; providing the minimal required amount of reinforcement to your Skinner box of an existence to keep you going.
Football is Life, and Life is a Smelly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.