The new Defaults are a mixed bunch. I can’t even remember some of the names of the ones I released back in season 1.
Among the ones I kept on a bit longer, Elegost flattered to deceive for me. Irjescu is still a solid DMF, and of course he has a true thunderbolt of a shot. But there is one who is greater than them all.
Cinalton is the pick of the new boys for me. As time passes I’m becoming more and more impressed with Cinalton. I didn’t want to be.
Cinalton was billed as the new Castolo before PES2012’s release. Let’s see: a Brazilian flair player whose name starts with ‘C’ and has three syllables? It can only be the new Castolo! (Presumably people meant Castolo when he was good, several years ago, circa PES2/PES3. Instead of the knackered old has-been that Castolo became in more recent years.)
Cinalton played a major part in a recent match—a match that solidified my growing belief that PES2012 may be the most criminally underrated PES game since PES2010.
Allow me to set the scene.
Last time, I was making progress up the table and threatening to close in on a promotion spot. Today, I have to report a slight blip. The table right now looks like this:
One recent match was the best match that I’ve had on PES2012 so far.
It was against Burnley, a lower-table side, and it was Away. That usually spells trouble for me in this year’s game.
Burnley kicked off and passed it out wide. I am always very, very keen to snuff out the CPU’s attacks from kick-off. On this occasion, I was too keen.
I got close to the ball-carrier with Ruskin, close enough to make a blocking slide-tackle. These are a perennial weakness of mine. I try them far too much. Most often they only go wrong when the CPU player skips past the challenge and runs clear into wide open space. Sometimes, though, I mis-connect with the challenge and earn a red card.
Which is what happened in this match. Ruskin was red-carded after 1 minute of the match.
I never reload. Never, never, never. I admit to being tempted occasionally, and I was tempted here.
But I played on. There was a time in my PES life when I specialised in getting results with 10 men, or even with 9 or 8 men. Maybe that was in the ISS years, now I think of it.
I shifted my back line around and went to three CBs, leaving the rest of my formation unchanged. Two DMFs, two SMFs, an SS, and a CF. I figuratively rolled up my sleeves and got on with it.
A few minutes later, I was 1-0 down. During a CPU attack, I panicked and started button-mashing, and a huge gap opened up in my makeshift back line. A Burnley player virtually walked through with the ball and passed the ball into the net.
Damn. But strangely, I was not despondent. This match was a fine example of how the right attitude is important in PES2012 (as it is in everything).
“I am going to get a result,” I thought with determination. “I am going to get a result from this match.”
I was sitting up, leaning forward with the controller in my hand, fully engaged with Pro Evo. It all felt electric for some reason. As if the spirit of PES had descended from on high and entered into me. (I appreciate how annoying this will be to many readers, and I am genuinely sorry about it.)
Half time came without me conceding further, but I hadn’t threatened much. Halfway through the second half, I got my precious equaliser, with Twigg (who else?).
I’d have been happy with a point, but Cinalton was on the pitch by now as a sub, playing as an SS. And this happened:
If you can’t view the clip, here’s what went down:
I worked the ball to Cinalton on the edge of the box. As he received the ball I flicked the analogue stick in the opposite direction, hoping to make space for a shot. Without me consciously making it happen, Cinalton pulled off a flamboyant skill move with his favoured left foot. He flicked the ball with his instep in the opposite direction and set himself up for a shot with the same foot.
In the Wide camera view I knew something weird had happened with Cinalton’s first touch, but had to look at the replay to be certain of what. It reminded me of the Recoba shot.
I exulted over the goal, but the manner in which it had been scored raised a question. How could I have any satisfaction from the skill move, when it was triggered without any input from me to make it happen? It looks good, sure enough, and believe me it felt good, but what had I done to make it happen?
As with so much in football games, it was better to move on and forget about inspecting the wires behind the scenery.
The score was now Burnley 1, Coventry 2.
Burnley came at me with everything they had. If I succeeded in making two consecutive passes in the remaining 10 game minutes, I felt lucky. But I was determined not to surrender my hard-won lead. They had a series of corners and actually headed against the post in the last seconds. The final whistle went. I relished the greatest victory of my PES2012 Master League career so far. And I hailed a new hero of Master League.
Cinalton, step forward. And thank you.