Having played Fifa 09 for two weeks now, I can’t say I am very impressed. It is fun to play and the graphics are very good, but it is just too easy.
In the management mode, I took charge of Exeter City and easily cruised to victory in League Two. I then went on to win League One with 10 games to go.
I am winning by stupid score lines of 5 or 6-0. Sure, it isn’t uncommon for a team to have a rout once or twice a season – but not every game.
I also find myself cutting through the defence like a hot knife through butter. This may happen if you are Barcelona or Brazil, but this is Exeter City – a club whose fans are more likely to be working on the farm than performing the salsa.
The problem is that the computer has its own style of play, and after 10 or so games, you have mastered how to beat it. The more you play, the easier the victory becomes. The career mode is spread across 15 seasons. I have just started my third, and because of the ease of winning, am starting to get bored already.
Maybe I should stick to playing random people online – at least they have their own unique style of play, which will pose a challenge.
This lot would be pleased with my success. Unfortunately, I am not.
I caught the tail-end of the Formula 1 this morning. That English wonder-kid who everyone is going on about, Lewis Hamilton, won the race. Apparently, if he does anything but crash his car into a duck pond in the final race of the season, he will become world champion. However, Lewis is English, and ‘English’ and ‘World Champion’ don’t exactly go together. You just know it’s going to go wrong…
Hamilton came very close to winning the championship last year, but in typical English fashion, did the F1 equivalent of David Beckham missing a penalty and lost at the final hurdle. I bet the basement of his house is full of bottles of champagne (and ice buckets), never opened. Still, if he never wins anything, at least he’ll have some vintage bubbly he can sell on eBay.
Lewis Hamilton’s basement
It must be difficult for young Lewis. Not only is he travelling the world driving fast cars, but he has to turn out every week for Arsenal and even play for the England national football team. Sure, he goes under his alias ‘Theo Walcott’, but have you ever seen them in the same room together?
Still, good luck for the final race, Hammo. You may be the underdog (by default – being English), but we all believe in you… ahem.
Good luck, Theo!
Today I spent a cold autumn afternoon at Twerton Park watching Bath City play Fisher Athletic (yes, that is their real name).
It was new manager, Adie Britton’s first game in charge, and a week after the disappointing FA Cup exit.
Therefore, a 1-0 win was very much welcomed – more of the same next week please! :o)
The result of charity work and far too much face paint…
I have a very early start tomorrow morning… well, early for me anyway. I am being picked up from outside my flat at the ungodly hour of 7.20am and going to town to do something a little hypocritical – something that I hate people for… I am going to wander the streets of Bath, harassing passers-by for money.
No, the credit crunch hasn’t caused me to become a Big Issue seller – I am doing all this work in the name of charity. Instead of fixing peoples computer problems, tomorrow morning I have volunteered to raise money for the Royal United Hospital.
I may even be forced into dressing up. So far, we have found a blue wig and there is talk of face paint being involved. If any photos are taken, providing they are not humiliating on my part, they will be posted on here.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
