After 28 matches of season 3 in my Master League career, I am rock bottom of the Premier League and looking a safe bet for relegation.
Extraordinary times. Top Player has not been kind to me, to say the very least.
Mid-season came and went. I looked hard for some suitable players, particularly a great defender. A towering Palmieri-like CB to stand alongside Nouhei would have done me the world of good.
There were no available CBs any better than the ones I already have. I decided not to buy just for the sake of it.
I got another attacking midfielder, whose name I have forgotten at the time of typing. I did get him just for the sake of it.
Otherwise, I’ve saved my money for what I expect will be a busy post-season, whatever happens.
Wroughllen was injured for 26 weeks—it’ll be next season before he’s back. He has been my leading goal-threat during this poor run. It’s a blow, and possibly the final nail in the coffin. His general play was still a bit scruffy, but I will miss his lethal whip of a left foot.
Here’s a screen that tells the story, in miniature, of my current PES life—the result of a match against QPR:
A 6-1 defeat in a match that I should have been competing in at the very least, and ideally taking something from. Look at the possession—almost equal, unusually—and my low % pass completion.
After this match, I decided to drop back down to Professional. Yes, I have finally admitted defeat on Top Player, and don’t see any point in continuing. The sense of fun that I was feeling on Wednesday post had been replaced with a sense of grind.
Not that this mid-season move down to Professional is likely to save my Premier League life.
In 5 matches since the move back down to Professional, I have drawn 1 and lost 4.
Among them were two nasty 4-1 drubbings by West Ham and Aston Villa. Oh, those bar stewards in claret and blue…
PES2013 in the Premier League is almost like playing a different game. I’m coming up against some astonishing feats of AI magic. Look at these two instances of CPU wonder-dribbling by Albrighton of Aston Villa:
His PES2012 incarnation was trouble enough. His PES2013 version takes it up to another level.
It’s not all doom and gloom. I believe I have worked out the secret of crossing in PES2013. Laying off R1 is the key. Bad crosses are delivered at full sprint.
And there was this novelty item—watch my player on the near post as the corner comes over:
Tee hee. The lighter side of virtual football, as Mark Lawrenson might say.
And then there was another Coynborough volley, into another net deserted by the CPU keeper:
I get quite a few empty-net shooting opportunities like that in this edition of PES, for some reason. There’s also a Nouhei near-post stooping header from a corner in the above.
So it looks like relegation, doesn’t it? The table doesn’t lie.
I’m demoralised, playing with an empty heart. It’s remarkable to look back at Monday’s post where I was smugly full of the joys of Top Player and the new world of the Premier League.
A week really can be a long time in PES.
But I must resist the creeping sensation that relegation is inevitable.
It is a lot to overhaul, but I cannot give up. We all know how Master League helps those who help themselves. I will dig deep and give it 110% until the end of the day.