I’m An Addict And Other Pointless Drivel

Oh my dear god. Sports Interactive cursed us to forever be shocked with ourselves when they added the gameplay timer and it’s deeply worrying slogans – ‘Football Managers don’t need food’ I’m currently on. What a cruel inclusion that fucking timer was. There is a strange realisation that your life has gone down the pan when you see that you have spent a total of three wasteful days pointlessly filing through a glossy set of glorified spreadsheets. And that just one fricking little game? I tend to think I may have spent well over a week of my precious little life withering away on the span of CM/FM games I have owned, time that could be spent swimming with dolphin and doing other life fulfilling activities. My eyes are opened I’ll tell you that, I mean, some people who’s history with the game dates back donkeys years must of spent, well, a month on these games maybe. And not to mention the time we spend sitting on our half dead backsides exploring the many links of the scene. We are officially hooked, SI’s corporate machine must be smiling now, they have got us into Football Manager. I demand compensation! People have said they wear suits to games, they have FM all nighters – I attack cushions whenever I’m angry at a loss. This is it. Should we view this game time as wasteful? Are we really all that sad…?