Work on PES Chronicles: The Book has been going well lately. I’ve added a separate section to the blog to deal with news and information about it. The fabled day approaches when it’ll be available in the Amazon Kindle store starting at 99p a pop. Cha-ching!
The new section is called simply THE BOOK. It lives ^up there^ beneath the site’s header image, next to the FAQ tab.
A sample of the work-in-progress is now available: 9 chapters plus illustrations, coming it at roughly 9000 words. That’s the rough equivalent of about 35 printed pages. A sizeable chunk, but nothing that’d take too long to read. Perfect timing if you’re getting a Kindle or iPad for Christmas.
All download links for the various formats (pdf, doc, mobi, epub) are on the new page.
I won’t mention the book here on the ‘proper’ blog very much from now on. It’ll nearly all be dealt with in that special new section. Nice and neat.
Meanwhile, in PES2012—the latest iteration of the game series that the book is notionally all about—I’m re-settling back into Regular difficulty. I was chased away from Professional difficulty with my tail firmly between my legs. It really was unexpected. I thought I’d fit right in on Professional as a matter of course.
And life in the Premier League is not all that easy on Regular, truth be told. In my promotion run back in D2, I would win about 5 or 6 matches, then maybe draw or lose a few before getting back to winning ways again. Here in the top flight, it’s a struggle to get any kind of run going. The first batch of Chairman warnings have started popping up.
I think I’ll be okay. But it just goes to show that the old Master League principle of moving up a difficulty level after promotion just does not apply any more. Not for me, anyway.
As I neared mid-season, the game had a few amusing moments for me.
First, came the World Footballer of the Year 2015. The winner: Andy Carroll. I shit you not. The runner-up was Benzema. The player in third place was Hulk.
Neither of them could topple the master from his perch.
As if that wasn’t strange enough, I scored a delicious reverse header that went in off the underside of the bar. I don’t remember scoring a goal like this before on any PES, ever.
Or at least I think I scored it. The ball seemed to rebound from an invisible force-field around Doyle’s head:
They all count.
So I won a few, lost a few, and drew a few. My bad start on Professional, coupled with indifferent form back on Regular, means that I’m stuck in the lower-mid-table dodlrums. I’ll do well to finish in the top 10 this season.
I spent a couple of in-game months frantically scouting and placing bids on numerous players. I need to beef up my squad. And hey, I’ve got cash to burn.
In the Premier League I get a whopping £900,000 per home game for a win. Even if I lose I still get a cool £700,000. It’s wonderful. And it all adds up. Money worries may be almost a thing of the past.
Don’t worry, Jacobs isn’t my first-choice keeper. Clarke is usually a bench-warmer too.
I only managed to land two new players, but they were decent ones. Brivio, a quality left-back; and Lamah, a stylish midfielder with a lovely left foot. They bring some more reassuring gold numbers to the squad pic, and strengthens that weakened left side of the team. I’ll have every position looking golden by this time next season, I expect.
Note how Camacho has displaced Irjescu in that CMF slot. Camacho has stealthly crept up to 76 OVR. Apart from having a truly wretched, weak shot (almost as bad as season 1’s Ettori), Camacho is turning into a top, top CMF/DMF. I still want him to have that booming shot again, though, just like his unforgettable cannonball shot in PES2008(PS2/PSP). If only I could train him up on shooting or get him a skill card… Sigh.