While last week’s two special posts were going on, season 10 was wending to a close. Season 10 has now come to an end, and with it has ended a whole era of how I approach this game we call PES2015. I will come to that later.
I almost did something special at the end of season 10. I almost won the title. I should have won the title.
With just nine matches to go, this was the top 4 of the Premier League:
At this stage I genuinely thought I was going to win the title. Put it this way: I can’t recall being in that kind of position in any Master League and not winning the title.
But a few too many costly draws put paid to my hopes. Here’s what the actual final table looked like at season’s end:
I was disappointed to miss out on the title, but in a strange way even more disappointed to end up finishing outside the Champions League spots as well. This game punishes slip-ups more thoroughly than any other PES I can remember.
I scored one noteworthy goal during the run-in. This one comes courtesy of D CONTI, a journeyman DMF who has quietly been one of the stars of this PES for me. Whisper it, but I’d take D CONTI over A PIRLO any day of the week, I’ve not seen Pirlo do anything like this:
I know, I know, Different strokes and all that. One man’s meat is another man’s poison and the rest of it.
The goal was a highlight in an arduous sequence of matches where I struggled to make anything happen. I deserved my whimpering finish to the season.
Most insultingly of all, the post-season Club Rankings show that I’ve barely shifted at all from last season’s dismal ranking of 64:
At least this year I’m within sniffing distance of one other Premier League team.
The final tale of the tape:
13 draws did me in. It just isn’t good enough. And here’s where we get to my change of heart in how I approach PES2015.
Staring at the table and the Season Record just above, I started to understand what’s holding me back. Fannying about with 4-5-1 formations. ‘Respecting the game.’ These and other elements of caution and fear are holding me back.
I’ve got a great crop of players. There are not many better in this whole ML world than the likes of Friedel, Heinze, Pirlo, Carrick, Forlan, Drogba, Robben, and Crouch. Pound for pound, this is one of the best squads I’ve had in any ML.
I need to start cutting teams’ throats out there on the pitch, I need to bluff and bluster and bully my way to getting the precious wins needed to win trophies.
You can survive in PES2015 using the safety-first, softly-softly approach, as I have discovered over the past 10 seasons. You can even win the odd trophy. I bet you could even win the title using the method.
But Trebles would be hard to come by playing tippy-tappy, cautious football. I want to win THE LOT, and soon, and there’s only one thing for it.
It’s time for a change of attitude. This is the change:
For season 11 I’m going to play some version of 4-3-3, from start to finish, and see what happens. No more nip and tuck. I’m going for it in season 11. All out, no nonsense, balls to the wall. Let’s see what happens.