Ever get hooked on a game so bad? Ever break the fix? Months clean and still winning?
World Club Champion Football has seen players like you before.
The terminal screen sucking in your face and the wall-to-wall blasting back your hair and ears. Your worksuitjacket flapping, yanking at your shoulders; your necktie licking your cheekbones and eyes. Pockets ripped empty, soul drawn dry.
Office til last train, 10pm to midnight, torn away in a ravenous second. Collect your cards – it’s almost like you won something!
WCCF is on a seventeen-year streak. It inspires; it devours. Sega’s red-eyed demon of a colosseum lion, kept hungry, never to give a fighter the satisfaction – and never to be satisfied.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people