Just about a month to Christmas! In about 8 weeks we’ll notice the nights starting to draw out again. In about 16 weeks we’ll be putting the clocks forward. Then the PES2014 juggernaut will get underway, and before you know it it’ll be October yet again, the clocks will be going back, and people at your workplace will start saying ‘Doesn’t it go quick? The year? The time? Goes quick now, dunnit?’ They never stop saying it at mine. So much so that here I am, saying it too.
But for now it’s the twenty-first day of November in the year 2012 of the Gregorian calendar (which isn’t a patch on the Julian calendar, by the by; now that was some classic calendaring, right there).
There will never be another 21/11/12. And on this day, on this one particular day, I am about 2/3rds of the way through season 5 of Master League in PES2013.
Still loving (nearly) every minute of it. For me to have reached this stage without having some kind of gameplay/scripting/stumble crisis is unprecedented in recent years. Which only means that if and when said crisis occurs, it should be HUGE. I almost hope it happens, just to see how big it could be.
After several days of only managing a few snatched games here and there, I had the chance for a nice long session, by the end of which the game was begging for mercy.
Sometimes, you pick up the pad and everything clicks. Yes, yes. Veteran players know that these sessions are awarded by the game rather than won by the player, but still. Who wants to know what happens at the sausage factory? Or the PES factory? I once looked at a YouTube video of what happens at sausage factories, and it was a while before I ate another one. Best not to look.
Two names define today: Nouhei, and Castolis.
Nouhei is a known quantity in defensive terms: starts out good, develops quickly, is a rock, etc. etc.
What is not talked about so much is his shooting. I’ve scored a good few goals with Nouhei over the past 5 seasons. Mainly headers from corners—I have him set to go up for them in the gameplan menu.
But I’ve also scored a few belters with his feet. Goals like this one, in a tough match against Liverpool:
Lovely, eh? A proper, thumping, well-placed screamer into the postage stamp corner of the net. Note the generic black boots. The moment when he wheels off in celebration is today’s top picture. You can also see Castolis standing behind him, arms also aloft.
Castolis got one as well in this match. Playing wide on the right in place of a purple-arrowed Niellendner, he was the man of the match, and indeed the man of the whole session.
This clip is notable for the spontaneous, angled run Castolis makes, uncontrolled by me at any stage, to get in scoring position—a run that’s most clearly seen when we follow the man himself in the pitch-level view:
I know, I know: getting into space like that is the hallmark of Professional difficulty. It will be interesting to see if I’m still gushing about Castolis—and Nouhei, and Wroughllen, and Coynborough, and others—when I go up to Superstar. Whenever that may be.
Castolis shows that he has some shot on him in the above clip. It was no fluke. Give him the space and time to compose himself, and he can let rip.
He’s also got a wicked first-time shot on him, as can be seen with this ice-hockey-style slapshot:
All of which fun and games has served to keep me hovering in the Europa-qualifying places. I’ve had a defeat, and a frustrating, utterly ridiculous draw against the bottom club, Division 2’s Colccinouazoxa FC or whatever. I had 24 shots, 15 on target, and scored 1 goal. They had 2 shots, 1 on target, and scored with it. I won’t go on about the seething injustice of it all. It’s a well-known commodity by now.
The current table:
Oh dear yes, look at Man Utd’s goals scored. Their goals-against column is the only reason they’re top of the pile. It makes for uncomfortable viewing, really. If my PES2013 wobble is going to come from any direction, it might be this one.