Little did I know that we're well short in numbers and what a fun match its going to be...
Slept in on saturday, rushed off to soccer, thinking, no worries, i'll prolly sub on or something.. only to get there just as they're about to kick off, and team celebrating(wtf!?) that they got one more... i'm like.. err.. hmm... then I realise we have 9..... great.
Instantly after kick off, they poured in our half and just like facing a firing squad, bullet kept flying towards our goal. Paki, our goalie, must've saved at least 20 goals with another 20 near misses and the rest cleared by our defense... One of their shots came flying in from a set piece, luckly one of our midfield was in the way, cept the ball smack banged to his eye which deflicted to hit the corner post..... nice save! 0-0 half time.. ball posession.. -20 to our team. (blood pressure: 130)
Seond half, we're a bit fired up, except.. the guy that got hit in the eye, came on field, and within a few minutes, his ankle got screwed. Darn... and coz we have no subs, he had to play on.. and wasn't too smart when a lob came to him, he attempted to cross it before the bounce.. which is good in theory.. except he used his bad ankle....... as soon as the ball hit, he went down... and for the rest of the match he limped at crawling speed...
Anyhow.. meanwhile.. we have reverted back to firing line... it was going to be how much we can reduce the score line.. as surely they'll score for sure, but how many is up to us...
One thing I noticed, is that our center defender (we had 3 defenders, 2 wing back 1 central def) likes to pull out to the left as they like to take the ball to their right wing.... so what do i do? forced to come mark his man leaving my wing open.... do i speak up? yep.. result? "yea yea, i got him, i got him".... yes sir! (blood pressure: 160)
Anyhow.... I have to say.. some saves by our keeper is bloody auwsome.... think of shaolin soccer.. one scene where he challenges opposition team to keep firing at the goal, he just flicks with 1 hand.. now i dunno if its intentional or not.... one shot.. all i heard was *BANG* and i couldn't even follow the ball with my eyes.. our keeper just used 1 hand to slap it out of bounds without moving his feet... followed by "THAT ALL YOU GOT!".. i think his blood pressure was much higher than mine :
Ok back to game...in one of their attack runs, they .. *again* took it to their right wing, out run our left def, got to end of the field.....and our central def decides he need 2 on 1 him..... leaving center striker open?! god damn.. guess what.. they know how to pass.......striker wide open infront of goal! Thank god i had speed on my side.. came flying in to boot the #@$% outta the ball... (blood pressure 170) Oh and our central def turned to me "good work vince, i got him covered" (okies!...
After x amount of corners (i lost count.. ) I observed that one of their little dude is their main header who always gets the ball.. and coz i though i ain fast enough to stick to him, i told the central defender about him, he goes "no probs, i've got him".... so during one corner he *again* gets to the ball and headed it to the goal.. luckly our keeper tipped it to another corner... that's when i decided nup, i ain gonna trust that damn central defender no more..... so i stuck to the guy.. and *again* he gets to the ball, but luckly it hit my leg.. deflected, and someone cleared.. and they got another corner again... this happened 3 times in a row..... (blood pressure: 190)
Then one time.. our keeper was beaten as he was going down to tackle the ball, the smart arse passed to the central striker.. and guess what.. he was free.. wtf was our central def?! (blood pressure: 210) I went flying in to tackle then boot the sh#t outta the ball.. which didn't go very far =p
Anyway... then our keeper got his hand stomped on.. he took his gloves off.. and shit.. his palm was shaking violently... god damn.. guess all those cool looking saves did take a toll on his hands... After this, i had a knee clash... which did hurt like hell... all i remember was going for the ball, next thing i was on the ground. Then shortly after, one o four midfielder got his ankle screwed up.... sigh ;
ok i'm too lazy to type on.. we lost 3-0. (blood pressure: 269)
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