In The Beginning…
…there was a challenge, win the top division in every playable country. That’s doable, easily doable. So I went and did it. Boom! Done!
The trouble is, all of those playable countries, with the exception of Australia, have more than one division. There’s cups to be won out there, there’s Continental trophies, the World Cup, Euros, Copa Libertadores and more. Who hasn’t laid awake at night, imagining that they’re taking Sagan Tosu from obscurity in J League 2 to the glory of the Asian Cup Winners Cup? Just me then?
So I planned and I made spreadsheets, God I love a spreadsheet, I made my own rules. And I started, I was 43 years into the future, I’d been playing through leagues and I’d been winning them, not all. It was a slow process. Denmark-done, Greece-done, England-nearly done, there were a lot of nearly dones, I’d have to go back and win the Polish Super Cup, the Muster Senior Cup in Ireland needed clearing up. Things like that were getting to me.
The rules I made, I thought I’d enjoy the rules, but they turned me against the game. Like Val Resnick turning against Porter, I wanted to destroy what was my best friend.
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And then it broke, “like that, poof, he’s gone”
What had happened? Well I downloaded a saveable game, that’s what happened. It flipped my save on it’s back, tickled it’s belly with it’s right hand and robbed me with it’s left!
So my save was gone, but I would not be beaten, I had an idea. Do it all again Stu, you’re a glutton for punishment, but change the rules. So I did and I have.
The save may be dead, but the new save is here. It’s “alive and kicking, breathing the air, call out it’s name punk and it’ll be there”
The save is dead, long live the save!!
