DNA in the Detail – Nissan Heritage Collection, Zama

The Zero Car

Nobody was sure if Þorarinn Brynjar Kristjansson actually existed, but it didn’t matter. If you played Championship Manager on the PC, he was a god. An Icelandic striker who cost virtually nothing to ‘buy’, he was guaranteed to bang in the goals regardless which team you were in charge of. Link him up with wing service from Orri Freyr Óskarsson, a compatriot with equally dubious real-world credentials, and Raith Rovers, St Mirren, Chornomorets Odessa or whoever else would reach the Champions’ League final every season. The strange thing about Kristjansson (and Óskarsson) was that Championship Manager prided itself on realism. You played it because it was like ‘real life’. And yet, if it helped you win trophies, you quite happily entrusted yourself to a guy whose stats – and perhaps very existence – were created in an office in Milton Keynes.

Early versions of Gran Turismo were no different – expect…

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