While the basics did come back pretty fast (thankfully), my reaction time has understandably but unfortunately dulled in the decade that’s passed between CS rounds.
It’s amazing how those aggressive intentions fly out the window when you’re squaring off against a pro. It’s amazing how those aggressive intentions fly out the window when you’re squaring off against a pro Camping was never my jam, unless I was defending a bomb plant or defusal, and I loved the high risk/reward adrenaline hit of rushing every round. You’d usually find me near the top of the table, and while my kill death ratio could have been better, I was a big fan of playing the objective as a Counter-Terrorist and, well, generally playing aggressively, regardless of the team. I was definitely a public-server contender, though.
Fresh off their narrow defeat against the Chiefs, Red Bull had kindly teed up a 1v1 showdown between me and Order’s Chris “emagine” Rowlands and then, very unexpectedly and separately (phew), Jordan “Hatz” Bajic.īack in the day, I was never a Counter-Strike pro, nor a semi-pro, though I did play with some of the latter and I learnt a lot from them.
These were the kind of untruths I was telling myself, very much in the spirit of fake confidence: y’know, the kind you hope leads to some sort of real confidence.
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