My new CMF strikes the winning goal from the penalty spot in Game 1 of Season 10.
Pre-season 10 of PES2014. Before I even dreamed of Deco, first on the shopping list was a bloody reserve keeper. After the last transfer window’s proper howler, it was the very least I could do. Then a quality midfielder – Deco popped up, and I got him. And a quality defender or two wouldn’t hurt either…. I’ve got enough strikers. Here’s the outcome of everything:
Wellington at CB is already proving himself. And that new reserve keeper, Barbera, is called Hanna in my head for obvious reasons.
But Deco is the headline acquisition. He’s a young super-Regen, of course. The super-Regens have now been around in my ML world for several seasons. Deco is 20 years old. At this stage it’s starting to seem less cheesy to get them, particularly when you factor in the difficulty that PES2014 is throwing my way on a regular basis. Going 1-0 down in this game is usually trouble.
So I’m happy that my squad now looks as a Season 10 Master League squad should. Quality from back to front. The defence only looks weaker in comparison to the strong midfield and very strong forward line. I should win things with this squad. In any other PES I’d have won something with what I already had for the last few seasons. Time to get some silverware on the shelf.
The only weak area, really and truly, is my subs’ bench. PES2014’s shortened and limited transfer window means I’ll have to look at strengthening that bench in mid-season. For now, this squad is the army I go into battle with. I like ’em.
Finally a bonus item — the highlights from my opening day 4-0 demolition of Bolton Wanderers. They finished just below me last season and were tough opponents, so this was a good win.
Idiosyncratic as ever, PES2014’s highlights engine decided we needed to see Robbie Keane’s goal 6 times from different angles. Maybe because it was a bit of a curiosity, to be fair (like the game itself). I’d raced Keane in from the wing and rather overdone the R1 tapping. The ball ran slightly ran away from him as I pressed shoot – resulting in a rather bizarre, ground-level, sliding scissors-kick.
I won the next game as well, to make it two wins out of two… I’m not saying anything. It’s like when a snooker player pots two reds and two blacks. Doesn’t mean a 147 is on the way.