Fantasy football sim remat, we have been told, there is a passing problem. In particular, no one is doing this. While I suspect that this shortage of teamples is exaggerated in the darkness of the upset steam forum post, I certainly remember that the third person is having a lot of ballothaoging in the open beta of the booter.
It seems to me, then, that Remach is suffering from the same issue you find in a low-ranked Dota 2 lobby: Everyone wants to become a superstar, one who finishes the match with the largest number next to their names, utter to some examples of the letter “I in the word ‘” I “. Its a lotPeople. Apparently, what is needed someone is ready to do dirty work as a passing-focused support character, and today, it will be me. I do not score any goal and take no glory, only rescue, distracted, and most importantly to promote redistribution of stitched leather jewelry.
My first match starts in the beginning: I am in the target, where my prestigious assistance will be the most difficult for the state to the pad. However, it serves as a warmup as well, as I can comfortably collect the ball, before it fell down in the ground to go round the squadmates. Initially, this strategy generates almost a puffy first assistance, was it not for fine savings from my opposite number.
Then, a stroke of fate. One of his defenders steals the ball, sending the goalkeeper, who suddenly disappeared to try to do a disastrous backpass, jump the ball in his net. If I tried, I could not be less involved in this process, but still, 1-0!
When the play is restarted, I am rotated in my favorite outfield, and within a minute, a lucky bounce drops the ball on my feet – with acres to charge the acre. Amarta is waiting with a single well-laid shot, but as a team partner, along with me, I remember my mission. With the lightest of the tap, I put the ball in its way, from where a friendly boot punishes it in the net. 2–0, and the system works. Election.
Despite our rivals responding with a powerful goal of our own, it proves to be the last moment of their bliss, because we once again tighten our grip on the game. Our Carrie – Soz, Forward – Tight and Deal, our keeper is solid. I am also doing my share, closing the routes passing the enemy and harassing the ball carrier like a shinped gan. With two minutes of remaining, I get another clear run on the target, manages to oppose the temptation again for shooting, although it is too late that I have made a classic support mistake to separate myself in the late game. There is no one to pass the attack, but it is nothing, because some more inexplicable rounded position allows our quick-thinking wingers to set the house on fire in another empty mesh. Whistle fly a victorious 3–1, the only assistance of the game is going to you in the true sense, and I feel like Manchester United in 1999: completely unattainable.
This is a pleasant success, although the scoreboard also reveals an uncomfortable truth. It turns out that I was not really registered with many passes, with only three full ball transfer throughout the match. Instead of staying in space, I resolve to spend the next game more under the control of the ball-it will give my comrades a low passing option, but they will certainly not consider bad when I distribute them to the anti-lentil targets with prepaid express delivery to the anti-target.
It grows a lot. Within ten seconds, I trap the ball into the toes of a rival player, allowing him to carelessly trot to trot to our six-yard box and slam it to the target. I can only stand up, disappointing, while our beaten keeper saw me dagger from under her catboy Beni.
For my sins, I replace them between sticks, which goes very well. Our team is connected to a low pass through the midfield, and when I bravely go out to face the sprinted attacker, I incorrectly cut a defensive divers, open it to open it and secure the easiest goals in my career.
The rest of the match moves almost partly ahead, thanks to my new talent for broadly unexpected errors. I am getting more on the ball, but I pass, connect the drables incorrectly, and mismanagement of Stamina. His third goal, at least, is not my fault-In a shot shot and our keeper remembered the catch-but with the last second on the clock, I can completely pass a bot-boot in a sideways passing a side that may be very likely to earn a consolation target and an ego-referred aid. It ends 0-3 at the end, and I think in 2025 like Manchester United: incompetent dogshit.
Perhaps to pity me, Remach loaded his next game with my entire team against the only trio, the kind of crime that the actual football fans will be to declare that the referee is some variety of merchant bankers. Nevertheless, I am firm to win a redemption against these outdated children, and start from transporting a crisp, passing the wing for an ash-chasm football phantom, which relieves his scary view, he quickly establishes himself as our most efficient player.
It is a complete pass in books, although it does not go to a target, and after two minutes, the ball is suddenly pinged into our net, helped by a fourth rival, I somehow missed out of getting out of the dressing room. The advantage of our numbers is not only neutralized, but also flipped, even if our talisman ghost is not careful about the best efforts of the woman.
Nevertheless, if adversity failed to make strength in the last match, it was taking bricks down in this one. After 0–1 I am back on goalkeeping duty, and at least making my previous disaster with the succession of flying sev. Because to have a ball in someone’s hands is the only position in Remach, where you are not immediately set by three angry sets of studs, I am getting more time to line me, causing some movement near the pitch to near some movement near the pitch.
After all, however, their defense cracks. I dash out of the box to kick an unclaimed ball under the field, where it is scooped by a wide-fleshing team partner, which in turn taps it sweetly towards our infallible ghost for a streamlined equal. Then, just thirty seconds later, she only firing an intercontinental ball-Eastis missile from inch shy of the right touchline, puts us forward. This ghost is a game of his game… life?
Some cage defending plays the game to win 2–1, but so far I have lost confidence in my own auxiliary shit. I have only increased from only three to four, and although it does not include goalkeeper Hofball, which can bounce a bit before finding a colleague, I can see why Remach is still to develop a passing meta.
This is in short, it is easy to go alone, even the game wants to trust you than your tutorials. There are undoubtedly moments when the passing ball presents the ball from the foot to the round with a sharp route, but the attackers have more than flicicin and tapin tools enough to get the previous defenders, and the effective shooting range is so generous that if you have an inauguration, why you will do why, why you will do No Just take a push on the lightly preserved net?
It is indispensable to see selfish plays when individual heroes, in fact, work. Of the nine goals made in my three matches, only four credited Assistors, which means that most of the goal is scored by players by players who score solo runs and shots, instead of balls across the line instead of the rest-tank. And it was here with Mugins, especially trying to rack the pass, so most of the general sports sports would also be rich in the conventions.
It is not a behavior that will make you friends in shirt-for-goalposts kikbouts, of course. But in Remach, good people either finish the final, or they first drag by the players, simply ready to take the shot. And honestly, I cannot blame them for this.
