Forgive me today, but this post will probably appeal more to the British Male Readers of this here blog. You can keep reading, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you are suitably warned, I dunno, review a blog in the Fair Review Directory, or visit the blog there and leave a comment. Either’s good.
Right, now we’ve got rid of the “urgh…football” readers, I want to talk to you about the most exciting thing that happened this weekend.
I bought Football Football Manager 2007, to further destroy my social life beyond repair.
For those of you who are still reading, who have no interest in football, Football Manager is a game whereby you take control of a football team and you lead them to glory buy buying or selling players, training, tactics, media, psychological warfare and all sorts of jiggery pokery. To us, it is as addictive as heroin flavoured pringles. To the untrained eye, it’s glorified spreadsheet.
Right, one thing I like about it is how pretty the interface is now. There’s less words and numbers, more icons. I love the fact they have included stats now as a pagerank esque bar, rather than a number from 0-20, and all the club badges, logos and player faces just make things look at lot prettier.
The other thing I like is the rehauled scouting and media sections. I love calling Mourinho a toerag week after week from my lowly position, and the suggestions that your staff suggest on playing the game go down well.
The other thing I like is how much easier it is to play now. I don’t know whether it’s because I have been watching Colwyn Bay play or not, but switching them with Lancaster City, and putting them in the Conference North (they have the full Bay squad, and undeited), I am currently sitting on top of the league table, with a whopping +22 goal difference in November, largely because I play to the player’s strengths, rather than improving their weaknesses (That top tip is Â© Gary Finlay, Bay’s “Special One, and not in a bad way”).
Anyway, the reason for this entry is to ask you. Do you have any rituals when playing Football Manager?
Aled (my brother) asked me that question a few days ago when I was thumping Burton Albion. It’s odd, but I do. I cannot save the game following a defeat. If I want to end playing, I must win. I have the feeling that the success will carry over in it’s memory when I return to it at a later date. I never quit the game without saving though, which is painful, especially when I was playing as Cardiff, rock bottom of the Championship, and forever pulling defeats from the jaws of victory with my strikeforce of Jesper Blomqvist and Chris Kiwomya. I played for two hours without quitting.
“That’s stupid!” Aled said. I enquired him about his: He said he couldn’t watch the matches on the screen, he had to watch the matches in a mirror image. I said it was dumb.
He said it wasn’t dumb, as last year he lead Looprevil to the Pihsreimerp.
So, what are your rituals? Or is it just me?