Touch Cricket vs SLFM

TOUCH CRICKET delivers the realistic thwack of English leather on summer willow. Included in The Guardian’s top five cricketing games TOUCH CRICKET embodies the temerity and dedication required to become a first class batsman. This latest version 2.2 now features a new Test Series mode - perfect for playing along with this summer’s Ashes series! Using multi-touch, TOUCH CRICKET challenges you to find the right combination of footwork and timing in response to each unique delivery. Face all manner of googlies, leg breaks and yorkers and deploy the most effective response as you build a score to challenge the record books. Revel in a veritable almanac of play stats (are your opening pair working? Does your tail wag?) or simply come to understand the importance of stopping for drinks on a hot day and a decent Victoria sponge. With an immersive soundtrack, TOUCH CRICKET puts you at the crease, facing the heat of a varying attack and will require as much dedication and skill to master as the great game itself: * Choose to represent any of the 8 great cricketing nations * Tailor your game to the time available with Twenty20, ODI and Test modes * Play single player or online -via Game Center- in turn-based matches against friends. Also featuring full match stats, leaderboards and achievements * Pick-up-and-play functionality - carry on where you left off * Choose bowlers and tweak their styles, edit all team player names * Take a player from club to international standard in Career mode * Full Test match rule set - with options to declare, follow on or grind out the draw on day five

Tired of polished football sims with billion-pound transfers and pristine stadiums? This isn't that. Sunday League Football Manager drops you onto a muddy council pitch with eleven hungover blokes, a wonky goal and one job: survive the season. Your biggest worry isn't the title race — it's getting 'Sicknote' Steve to pay his overdue subs. PLAYERS WITH ACTUAL PERSONALITIES Every player has a personality that shapes how they react to you — fiery Egos, dependable Workhorses, sensitive Peacemakers, unreliable Socialites. The heart of it is the gap between who they think they are and who they really are: the lad convinced he's The Architect who actually just hoofs it into row Z. That disconnect cracks wide open under pressure and drives bespoke match commentary. Players form friendships, best-mate bonds and proper grudges that spill off the pitch — into training-ground fights, group-chat meltdowns, and the occasional walkout in solidarity. THE WEEKLY GRIND Live the authentic cycle: Monday's match fallout and recovery, Wednesday training, Friday's flood of excuses landing in your inbox, and Sunday's drama. Miss a step and it'll bite you. MATCH DAY Games play out in sharp, cutting text commentary that reflects who's actually on the pitch. Set your tactics (anything from 'Hoof It' to 'Park the Bus'), pick your mentality, make your three subs, and burn 'Shout' points for a boost when it's slipping away. Read the room at half-time — the right team talk depends entirely on who's standing in front of you. And when all else fails, there's always the Hairdryer. THE DOG & DUCK — YOUR SECOND OFFICE Post-match, you're in the pub: listening to moaning, handing out Man of the Match, prising subs out of tight fists, and scouting new talent by buying rounds until their better judgement caves and they sign. DODGY FINANCES Balance a budget held together with sellotape. Cover match fees, pay league fines for every card (then chase the culprit for the money), run unreliable fundraisers and court sponsors to keep the lights on. BUILD A LEGACY Climb an eight-division league with promotion and relegation, chase cup glory, and watch your story stack up in the Manager's Journal — your CV, your trophy cabinet, your club records and your fiercest rivalries. A deep management sim with real character and strategic depth beyond the numbers. Built for portrait mode and made for your commute, your lunch break, or a quiet pint. Can you handle the chaos and drag your unlikely lads to Sunday League immortality?