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A game of two halves

Never a truer word spoken or rather a phrase uttered. 4 zip down at halftime and the game ended 4 - 1. Close or what? Probably what but here's the thing that does your nuts in: Phil hit the crossbar twice and James hits the post from a corner. Add in the numerous other decent chances and a smattering of some almost decent ones and we were a little aggrieved not to have at least drawn.

The big lesson learned, and you young-uns should take notice, never execute a back heel into the path of the attacker whilst 6 feet from you own goal and not giving anyone else on your team any kind of warning. Fred is rock at the back and constantly has a go at me for trying to dribble out of defense. He's right of course; the first job of a defender is to stop goals not to lay on perfect passes to attackers by back heeling into their paths. That was the second time I failed to hack the ball out and the previous time it also led to a goal so I guess I get two assists. I'll get the hang of this defending lark, maybe.

Unsurprising once I moved out of defense and James moved back we were rock solid and actually won the second half 1 - 0. Ludwik nailed a penalty after the keeper moved to his left leaving the whole of the right side of goal open. Naturally Ludwik shot to the right side, which was what the keeper wanted, and even though he got a hand to it - it went in.

For my efforts up front I manage to add another glorious missed one on one chance to my fine catalog of missed one-on-one chances.

Martin went down like something inappropriate and hobbled out of the game. Whilst it was a shame to lose his mesmerizing ball winning and distribution skills from midfield at least we were spared the constant abuse about our lack of effort. That was until he got the ice on the ankle at which point he could be heard gleefully pointing out the previously mentioned missed chance. Fair comment but how many goals did you get mate?

It's the last game of the season next weekend so only one more chance to score. Barring that another entry in the catalog would probably the perfect way to sign off.

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Phil Newton said…
Where's the report from todays game then Tiger? I hope to see you in a headband for the autumn season........

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8/27/2006 7:05 PM
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