Man of Honour
Was having a late night session of Pro Evo 5 before heading to bed, and was playing the 2nd leg of a cup quarter final, as Real Madrid against Valencia. The first leg was 1-1 away from home, so a 0-0 draw would see me though. Alas, in the 8th minute a defensive mistake gifted them a goal. From that point on I dominated the whole match, creating chance after chance only to miss, or find the keeper pulling off a great save.
Come the 90th minute I was ready for defeat, but Raul had the ball in the box surrounded by 3 defenders. A quick turn later, and he was able to pass it off to Julio Baptista making a late run into the box. One touch to settle himself, and the 2nd touch put the ball in the corner. I pumped my fist so hard I almost burst a blood vessel in my head.
So onto extra-time. Again I dominated possession, but this time without creating chances. The 2nd half of extra-time brought the same thing, until I got a free-kick in the 113rd minute, 26 yards out. I actually said out loud, "I've not scored a free kick in ages". Cue me bending the ball with Beckham perfectly into the top corner. I got up a danced a little jig. As you do.
Of course, I now had 7 minutes to defend, and as you'd expect, Valencia piled forward. In the 119th minute, the ball broke free in the box to Kluivert. I watched heart in mouth as Casillas made a great save, then make an even better save to push the follow up shot away. I cleared the ball and the whistle went.
The emotions I went through in that 10 minute match were amazing. Anger, frustration, despair, joy, elation, panic and then relief. I can't think of many other forms of entertainment that can make me feel this way. And *that's* why I play games
Come the 90th minute I was ready for defeat, but Raul had the ball in the box surrounded by 3 defenders. A quick turn later, and he was able to pass it off to Julio Baptista making a late run into the box. One touch to settle himself, and the 2nd touch put the ball in the corner. I pumped my fist so hard I almost burst a blood vessel in my head.
So onto extra-time. Again I dominated possession, but this time without creating chances. The 2nd half of extra-time brought the same thing, until I got a free-kick in the 113rd minute, 26 yards out. I actually said out loud, "I've not scored a free kick in ages". Cue me bending the ball with Beckham perfectly into the top corner. I got up a danced a little jig. As you do.
Of course, I now had 7 minutes to defend, and as you'd expect, Valencia piled forward. In the 119th minute, the ball broke free in the box to Kluivert. I watched heart in mouth as Casillas made a great save, then make an even better save to push the follow up shot away. I cleared the ball and the whistle went.
The emotions I went through in that 10 minute match were amazing. Anger, frustration, despair, joy, elation, panic and then relief. I can't think of many other forms of entertainment that can make me feel this way. And *that's* why I play games
