The above screenshot was taken in the 89th minute of a completely fantastic match of Pro Evolution Soccer 2015.
The scoreline says it all, as does the time of this winning goal. The PES-playing reader doesn’t need to be told the extraordinary high emotion I was experiencing, commensurate with Forlan’s look of exultation here.
These great matches come along a bit too rarely in PES2015 nowadays. After many seasons on Superstar, and with a top squad, I’d put the great matches at about 1 in 12. So about 3 or 4 per league season. Which is a bit too rare for comfort, really. But they still come along.
If I had my time again I’d never budge from Top Player. Forcing myself up to Superstar was a huge error that won’t be repeated on PES2016.
The winning goal was a standard finish – notable more for its meaning than its spectacle – and it is being saved up for a bumper end-of-season compilation in due course.
Season 14 is my last in PES2015’s Master League. I’m ready for the end now. I’m going all-out for the Treble in my last ever season.
After a bad start that saw me draw one and lose two of the openers, I steadied the ship and moved back up the table. After 13 matches:
The majority of these 13 matches have been typical PES2015 Superstar matches as I have come to know them. Tight and frustrating, unless you relax and find the Zen focal point of the game, which is a harder and harder place to find as these seasons have gone by.
PES2015 is unique among PESes in my experience in that the better your squad gets, the harder the game gets.
It’s as if there’s an RPG-style ‘levelling up’ of the AI. Maybe there’s no ‘as if’ about it. Maybe RPG-style levelling up of the AI is what’s really going on
The Champions League draw was quite kind: Bayer Leverkusen, Atletico Madrid, Stade De Reims. I’m holding steady in the group. An unexpected early defeat to Bayer Leverkusen took me aback somewhat, as that’s not what’s supposed to happen. The Champions League is the only place where the alleged RPG-style levelling-up does not take place.
I won the World Club championship again. Very easy again, as ever. If only the domestic league matches were like these…
My players dominated the Team of the Tournament.
All in all, with about a quarter of the final season gone, I’m well-placed to go for the fabled Treble. It’s an unlikely sort of quest considering the insane ramping-up of the difficulty that the game frequently throws at you in the form of a totally impregnable Southampton or Hull City or the like. But at least I’m still in the fight.