Superstition is a big part of human life in general, and also sporting activities in general – and football in particular. The player who has to be last out of the tunnel. The rituals of changing clothes in a certain order. The lucky shirt you used to wear when going out on the pull (which never worked, but the one time it did seem to work, you never forgot…).
At the moment I’m more than halfway convinced that my 2nd strip – the ‘bumblebee’ as it’s affectionately known in my mind – is bringing me the kind of good fortune that is promising to bring me an unlikely last-gasp Treble.
PES2015. Master League. Season 14. Superstar. In all this time I’ve won every trophy in Master League, but never all at the same time. Never a Treble of League, Cup, European Cup. This is my last season and I’m still in the mix. It’s been a hell of a slog getting here, not least because PES2015’s players are often frustratingly anonymous when I need them most.
Forlan being a case in point. So often missing, Forlan is a veritable goal machine in the bumblebee kit. There he is above, acclaiming himself for another goal. (It was a standard sort of goal that’s going in my bumper end-of-season compilation of ordinary and extraordinary goals alike from the last couple of seasons.)
The table after 30 league matches:
Neck-and-neck with Arsenal with 8 matches left. Goal difference virtually the same. Slight disparity in goals scored, but that’s unlikely to cost me (famous last words?).
Call me Nostradamus (or Mystic not-Greg), but I anticipate a last-day decider, and I’m mentally preparing for the pressure ahead of time. The Treble would be nice, but I want to sign off with at least another League Title (only my second in the whole career).
I’m still in the FA Cup, through to the semis where I’ll meet my first Premier League opposition – Chelsea. That will be a tough match. The big guns of the Premier League usually are in any context.
And in the Champions League, I’m through to the semis too. Monaco shouldn’t offer much of an obstacle.
It’s the League that’s the tough one. There’s nothing like playing West Brom at home and losing 0-1 in inexplicable fashion.
And there’s also nothing like playing Stoke away and getting a precious result – sealed with a very ordinary goal:
I’m really liking these real-time, 1-minute snippets of action. You never can tell what’s about to happen and that’s why they’re more attention-grabbing than the standard 10-second goal+replay snippet that I usually post. I think we’ll be seeing more of these 1-minute excerpts of the action on the blog in the months to come.
It’s pretty obvious to me, and doubtless to most readers too, that after nigh on 800 matches my enthusiasm for playing PES2015 has dwindled almost to nothing.
I’m running on fumes here, and partly resenting the time PES2015 is taking from FIFA15, Skyrim, XCOM, Civilization, and – yes – Rocket League.
But I want to finish what I started more than I want to stop, and it’s that impulse that’s carrying me through. I don’t doubt that when I shut the game down following my final fixture – probably sometime early next week – it’ll be with a huge sigh of relief. School’s out for summer, that kind of thing.