It magnifies the one-touch look-at-me-I'm-Mr-Incredible-traps-turns-chips it over his man-onthevolley-Goooooooooooal! gameplay that FIFA used to be about and turns it into a four-on-four feast of silky skills, chips, headers and volleys until goals are literally coming out of your face.
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Somewhere on the road to trying to emulate Pro Evolution Soccer for the past two iterations, FIFA has stopped being the ridiculous goal fest that most people liked it for (while the purists like us scoffed that its simply wasn't "real" or "deep" enough, man). On da street, innit? They mean well, in a kind of striding-behemoth-on-the-path-to-relentless-domination kind of way.
This is not a turntable you feckin' moron!), but forgive EA. Okay, so the completely-off-his-head DJ-cum-commentator might drive the average sane person to resort to pouring absinthe on their cornflakes to block out his insane ramblings ("on the pitch made of steel" for the love of God. It's actually one of the best things EA's done for ages. But that doesn't mean I have to take some sort of Daily Mail reader-esque nose in the air dislike to FIFA Street. I did once live on a street called, imaginatively, The Street, but you could say I'm more of an avenue or a lane kind of guy, where "wicked" still means evil, where "bad" still means, um, bad and using punctuation doesn't get me punched in the face by my posse of bitches. It's fair to say that I'm not - and never was - "street".
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