I’ve come to a big decision. I’ve looked deep into my heart, and there discovered… no, not an empty village with tumbleweed blowing through it and the sound of an eerily clanging church bell. What I discovered was that if I win a Treble in my Master League career on PES2013, it’ll effectively be Game Over. (Even if I don’t win a Treble, I’ll take a week’s break.)
This is what I want. I genuinely do want to stop playing PES2013 quite soon now. I’ve realised over the past few weeks that I’m enjoying the game so much only because there is this end in sight. If some evil genie were to appear and tell me I’d have to play PES2013 all the way to the end of August, I truly believe I would burst into tears.
Not because it’s a bad game. It’s definitely not that. I’m just full up, is all. Blame it on PES2012. Blame it on PES2013′s tropical player growth and relatively shallow difficulty curve. Blame it on a lot of distractions elsewhere in my life. Blame it on the boogie. It’s just how things are.
So that’s the ultimate cutoff, then. A Treble: League, Cup, Champions League.
It might just happen this season. I’ve got a great chance.
The prospect of the end of PES2013 seems to have inspired me to play a heck of a lot. I’ve had a couple of multi-hour sessions over the weekend. Early mornings and late nights. Here’s the table with just a handful of matches left in season 8:
I cannot shake off Man City. PES has always has done this. Rubberband AI, it’s called. If you’re ahead, the chasing pack will stay on your shoulder. If you’re behind, the AI leaders will almost always be catchable.
There are certain things PES does that reminds us we’re playing a game. Things that are designed to give players a certain kind of experience. The phenomenon known as ‘scripting’ is the most obvious example of this. I deplore scripting, but I’m strangely at peace with other things PES does that reminds us it’s only a game. Rubberband AI in ML league tables is one of those things.
I’m in the final of the FA Cup. I had a tough semi-final against Nitsaloskis—they’re the basement club, barely two wins all season last time I looked down there (I just don’t ever look down there, as a rule).
Yes, you can guess what I’m about to say. Poor, lowly Nitsaloskis gave me my toughest match of the season so far.
They were at my throat for virtually the entire match. After 85 minutes it was 2-2, and extra time beckoned. I snatched a delicious scrambled winner from a corner, and went through. So sweet.
But if I thought that was a tough tie, it was nothing compared to Barcelona in the Champions League semi-final.
I’ve played the first leg only at the time of writing, and it ended 1-1. I swear, in all my years of football gaming, this was the single toughest match I have ever played.
I made the mistake of scoring early. Oh dear.
Messi was inhuman, unplayable, unstoppable. On the stroke of half-time I went down to 10 men trying to break his legs. (The culprit being Youth promotee Veron, this time, not the indefatigable Coynborough.)
Every Barca attack was some insane sychronised ballet of one-touch flicks and stepovers and tricks and pirouettes and God knows what else. I adopted a ‘none shall pass’ strategy where I tried to staunch the flow before it got too close to my box.
The second leg is my next match. I’ve got that precious away goal. I’ll be going for the clean sheet, needless to say.
Oh, and after that, the FA Cup final against Liverpool.
If I can shake off the accursed Man City, the league will be mine. The game will see to it that it goes to the last day, of course.
The Treble is very much on. Wednesday’s post might be the last PES2013-themed one for a while.