I’ve played another three matches in my Become A Legend career on PES2011. I am taking things quite easy at the moment. Mainly this is because my non-gaming life needs some quality attention right now. And it has to be said that PES2011 just winds me up too much nowadays for it to withstand more frequent play.
Oh, there’s no doubting the game’s many good qualities. I got a good few months and a good few hundred hours out of it. But when I think of PES2011 in years to come, this will be what I think of first:
That’s the stumble animation. I’m thoroughly sick of it.
In BaL it’s especially bothersome. It takes your player out of the game for a few precious seconds. It effectively wrecks whatever idea you had of getting into the box or whatever. Opposing players only have to brush past you to trigger it. You don’t have to be clattered. The slightest clip—as in the above example—will set it off.
Training up Body Balance won’t help, in my view. The stumble seems to be an integral part of PES2011’s gameplay. It’s one of the factors that drove me away from Master League, where my top-rated superstars frequently went careening around the pitch like marionettes.
I am still enjoying BaL enough for me to want to carry on with PES2011. I do have plenty of other football gaming options available to me, and might end up taking one of them. But that’s something for a rainy day.
It’s the back-end of season 3. My current club, Catania, are an upper-mid-table kind of team. We have no chance of finishing in the top 3 and qualifying for next season’s Champions League, which I managed to pull off with my previous club, Willem II in Holland, two seasons in a row. The standard is much higher in Italy.
Of my three matches I lost 1, won 1, and drew 1, in that order. It was an interesting session.
The defeat was unavoidable, a nightmare game where I seemed to just twist on the spot looking for the ball and not finding it.
In the win, I scored both our goals. The first was a routine tap-in. I enjoyed the second, which came after a free kick. I went on a speculative run to the centre, feeling that if I did, the ball would come. I took a smart first-time shot and placed the ball neatly into the bottom corner:
Oh, yes, the defender obviously had to send me into a partial post-goal stumble, just to get at me even more.
I also scored in the drawn match, another tap-in. Still, they all count, and my haul of three goals in three games is one of my best-ever ratios. I’d like to keep it up.
Sadly, only getting that one win has seen us drop out of the European spots. We’re still in with a very good shout of finishing high enough to make it—but it could be close.