PS3 (also on Xbox 360)
YARGHHHABLEURGHIE! What’s with the frickin’ saxomaphone solo?!
Oh, it’s ’cos we’re winding our way down on FIFA Street,
light in our head and dead on our feet – which probably isn’t the
best way to approach a game of soccer, no matter how informal.
Yep, it’s opening time down on FIFA Street, kind of like
normal FIFA but without the commentary and all the ‘so why so
serious’ – plus there’s less “Look Mummy, I’m an aeroplane!” shit.
Anyway, let’s cut the conversation and get out for a bit...
FIFA Street is to FIFA 12 what Livvy is to Olivia,
Dick is to Richard and fuckknuckle-prick-snortling-dork-bastard is
to Adolf. Despite featuring all those real kinda teams like the
‘Arse’ (FNARR!) one, this is about fun. Well, until your competitive
spirit erupts and you want to crush bonces.
If you’ve experienced FIFA Street in past incarnations, this
is more ‘keepin’ it real’, using the FIFA 12 engine
underneath. This doesn’t mean that the emphasis on finagling wild
tricks isn’t key, because it is. In fact, mad skillz iz wotz’ll ’ave
you acin’ it, innit? Or summat.
Some will prefer the smaller scale than regular FIFA. As
complete klutzes at big persons’ FIFA, we had a ball (pun not
intended, for once) with FIFA Street. There’s incredible
depth, but it can be jumped into by those incapable of assimilating
50,000,000 different insanely-named tricks and recalling them
instantly. You may sometimes even win!
Presentation’s luvverly. Options abound from five-a-side to
two-on-two ‘panna’, with numerous variations besides.
Customisation’s high on the agenda – meaning our guy had a killer
mullet. Local or online is, naturally, supported. Meanwhile, as well
as a typically eclectic EA soundtrack (a Good Thing), on-field
banter is super-fab and, appropriately, changes between
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