But youвЂ¦ you just seemed to shoot right into me without me even realizing it.вЂќ I was used to never having a shot with the people I liked. AndвЂ¦ well IвЂ™ve liked her for a while but I was always scared to face the feelings she gave me whenever we hang out. вЂњSheвЂ™s super smart too and is always working to get better for herself. Had to stitch up her pinkie finger once because she cut it while exploring an abandoned house.вЂќ JeanвЂ™s own pinkie moved towards your hand, making contact with your own pinkie finger. вЂњSheвЂ™s got a few unconventional hobbies and does stupid shit all the time. He continued talking without thinking of the consequences. She knows when to start and stop.вЂќ Jean could feel you shift on the bed so that your head was level with his. A little overbearing with her physical affection, but nothing crazy. вЂњSheвЂ™s really sweet ya know.вЂќ Jean could see you turn to him with a raised eyebrow out of his peripheral. San Marino was not somewhere I would ever have dreamed of starting, but the career mode, broken edges and all, turned it easily into a fantastically entertaining story. The fact that Domagnano play in Roy of the Rovers-style red and yellow added a little something to the fantasy too.

We werenвЂ™t ready to compete with the big names of Europe yet, but the prize money was enough to buy up strikers several orders of magnitude better than any other player in San Marino, and I then led Domagnano to multiple invincible seasons sweeping all before me domestically. Once I managed to narrowly win the San Marino league, the fact that SWOS is very much centred on the person playing it kicked in, and Domagnano got automatic Champions League qualification. I had never heard of them but took them on. In one memorable career, after being sacked from Gillingham (as I recall, it was rather harshly for narrowly avoiding relegation the season after promotion) I received a job offer from Domagnano of San Marino. Looking back over twenty years of results, with little graphical representations of the cups you won in each season, was always a special moment. This goes on for twenty seasons, including the possibility of moving up to managing an international team. You either play the matches or just see the results from them (being able to choose this on a match-by-match basis, stepping in to play out the big matches, is the most crucial addition to later versions), At the end of the season you get an offer to stay for another year and/or some alternative offers from other teams. You manage a team of your choice, doing the carefully chosen minimum of team selection and transfers rather than getting too stuck into the detail of management. In the original SWOS this was not quite the absorbing thing of wonder that I remember, but the key parts were certainly there.

Second was the stroke of genius that was career mode. First, it lived up to its name by featuring club teams and leagues from a vast number of countries across six continents (as well as some very silly custom teams ready for editing to your school team or whatever you felt like).

Swos money maker