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Taking on the footballing gods (subtitle: and losing)

It had to happen really and it follows the basic ying and yang thang, what goes around comes around, Murphy’s law etc etc etc. You give someone/thing some gip (beating up on someone, for the Americans amongst you) and they turn around and rub your nose in it.

The league is over but there are still games to be played. The order of the day was pickup games whereby the format is continuous games with shorter halves to ensure higher turnover of players. No subs during the halves but wholesale changes at the end of the half if players are around.

Martin turned up complaining that ankle hadn't properly healed and he had to go early. This is called getting the excuses in early and since it was apparent he hadn't read last weeks post I let it go. Waiting to come on he noted an opportunity that went begging and proclaimed that he would have been on the end of that. Remember the footballing gods folks...

We get our turn to come on and take up our positions - central midfield for Martin, right half for me. I'm getting bold these days and don't always drop into the defense.

Remember the footballing gods - and Martin claims not to remember this - but a ball flashes across the goal in the vincinity of the lad and was he on the end of it? Was he heck!. 1 nil to the footballing gods my friends.

It's only fair that I mention the two goals he scored - apparently the first one was a fluke but it looked good from where I was standing. The ball flying across the goal about waist height from the right, a flash of white boot later (have I mentioned the white boots before? - flash git, let's leave that for another day) and it's volleyed into the net. The second goal I have to say was great. Lots of twists and turns on the left edge of the area looking for the pass when he hits this chips to far corner. The shot came out of nowhere and cue all round applause - flash git times 2. Footballing gods strike again - 2 nil. Give the guy his dues though two well taken goals.

He cleared off after that and I played another couple of halves and also switched to the other team. Before I get into that I should mention that since Fred wasn't around I attempted the back heel in defense maneuver that worked so well a few weeks ago. I figure once you’ve done the hard work to beat an attacker to the ball you’ve earned the right to attempt something a little Brazilian. Arrogant, Martin called it but as I pointed out no goal was scored this time.

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Martin McNealis said…
So while this epic does reflect my attempts to make amends for being our last week!, it neglects to mention Kim-the-Kiwi's best attempts to undo our hard-earned lead by playing around in defense and offering square passes that could only be described as Ronaldinho-calibre assist - to the other team that is! ;-)

Still good thing we were on the smaller of the two perfect playing surfaces otherwise the full twenty minutes without Subs would have done us in!

Now where can I find some Gold Boots ;-)

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