fifa 14 is a title about pure violence, addiction, fantasy and a lack of nudity which amounts to a disaster.
you try to skip the first scene of your team walking out onto the field, but alas, you are forced to watch and let the tension mount as the sweat builds up in your armpits. this is it, your team of in form superstars against what looks like an average team.
after the game begins you find your super men falling into each other and they've suffered some sort of mental retardation. all of their physical ability seems to have vanquished as if they've been exposed to some sort of kryptonite. you are at a loss. the other team show no remorse as they hunt you down like a pack of rabid dogs and launch the ball forward time and time again.
an ill timed tackle leaves your player wreathing in pain on the floor. the commentators question geoff shroeves who's adamant that the player will fight through the pain of his broken leg.
you give up hope of a happy ending, retreating for a stalemate. this is it, the 90th minute and it looks to be all but over ... a cross from walcott looks to be going nowhere until benteke manages to get his head to the ball, beating two players, and manages to trick the goalkeeper and the near post by heading the ball in at an impossible angle.
a sensational finish surely worthy of such a title, leaving you utterly heartbroken and in tears. the drama leaves you drenched in sweat as you collapse in your seat, yet you feel as if the outcome was unjustified and a rare move in which the villain is victorious. this is not what you paid to see.
you've gained enough coins for a 7500 pack. beethoven's 5th starts playing in the background. two rare contracts, a rare home kit and some discards.
you try to skip the first scene of your team walking out onto the field, but alas, you are forced to watch and let the tension mount as the sweat builds up in your armpits. this is it, your team of in form superstars against what looks like an average team.
after the game begins you find your super men falling into each other and they've suffered some sort of mental retardation. all of their physical ability seems to have vanquished as if they've been exposed to some sort of kryptonite. you are at a loss. the other team show no remorse as they hunt you down like a pack of rabid dogs and launch the ball forward time and time again.
an ill timed tackle leaves your player wreathing in pain on the floor. the commentators question geoff shroeves who's adamant that the player will fight through the pain of his broken leg.
you give up hope of a happy ending, retreating for a stalemate. this is it, the 90th minute and it looks to be all but over ... a cross from walcott looks to be going nowhere until benteke manages to get his head to the ball, beating two players, and manages to trick the goalkeeper and the near post by heading the ball in at an impossible angle.
a sensational finish surely worthy of such a title, leaving you utterly heartbroken and in tears. the drama leaves you drenched in sweat as you collapse in your seat, yet you feel as if the outcome was unjustified and a rare move in which the villain is victorious. this is not what you paid to see.
you've gained enough coins for a 7500 pack. beethoven's 5th starts playing in the background. two rare contracts, a rare home kit and some discards.