I started at 11pm and went until 7am before deciding that I should probably get a little bit of sleep. I only breaked to talk to my g/f on the phone for a half hour or so, otherwise I played over 30 games and finished my first league run-through. I haven't been this into a game in a really long time. As much as it may frustrate me, as much as I may want to scream obscenities at my television after another 0-0 draw, I can't stop playing this game for those few moments of brilliance that will sometimes occur in a match; that perfect chip shot over the keeper's head as he comes out to challenge you, the perfect through ball to send Thierry Henry on a breakaway, or that glorious shot from the edge of the box as it hurls itself into the top corner of the net.
I'm still having trouble finishing and aiming at certain angles and judging shot power from various spots and in various circumstances, but I'm still in love with this game. It pisses me off, but it rewards me just as much. Fucking Konami...
I'm still having trouble finishing and aiming at certain angles and judging shot power from various spots and in various circumstances, but I'm still in love with this game. It pisses me off, but it rewards me just as much. Fucking Konami...