It is often said that a good referee is one that you don't notice. Today I put in a performance that the greatest referee's would have been proud of. A picture of anonymity a portrait of invisibility.
I arrived late due to a clash with telly. In a man vs. telly battle the telly always wins. It's one of the rare exceptions that mates allow another mate to stand them up. Worship at the temple of the CRT/LCD/Plasma has a dedicated following. In a woman vs. telly battle a man will side with a woman and then after a while (on average 2 mins) return to the telly. It's the laws of nature and you cannot deny them.
Perhaps my general malaise was due to my late arrival but I couldn't get into the pace of game. I had barely arrived when I sub'd in for Fuad whose injury streak continues unabated. The score was 1 - 1 when I arrived and I missed seeing Martins equalizing goal. His goals are taking on the status of a falling tree in forest when no one is around or some other equally strained metaphor.
We went in 2 - 1 up at half time after Eric lobbed the keeper superbly. Around this time Paul, not Chelsea Chelsea Paul, smashed an excellent shot against the base of the post. All in all it was a pretty decent half and Ronaldo had very little to do during his goal keeping shift. Not long into the second half I was at fault for their second goal, by playing Jinksy onside and not having legs to chase him down. Jan was furious at me, and quite rightly so. So the lesson for the kids this week is always listen to your burly centre half. Ryan was out for the week so Jan assumed the mantel of defensive organizer and he did a bang up job. They got a third however pretty quickly and our undefeated streak was in serious danger of coming to an end.
Towards the end of the second half Martin bullied his way into the box with opponents seeming to bounce off him WWF style. The ball finds it's way to Ronaldo who shapes a nice shot just inside the left post. 3 - 3 with 5 mins to go and that's how it ended. The streak is still alive and a I slipped off into the obscurity from whence I came. Hark do I hear a telly calling?
I arrived late due to a clash with telly. In a man vs. telly battle the telly always wins. It's one of the rare exceptions that mates allow another mate to stand them up. Worship at the temple of the CRT/LCD/Plasma has a dedicated following. In a woman vs. telly battle a man will side with a woman and then after a while (on average 2 mins) return to the telly. It's the laws of nature and you cannot deny them.
Perhaps my general malaise was due to my late arrival but I couldn't get into the pace of game. I had barely arrived when I sub'd in for Fuad whose injury streak continues unabated. The score was 1 - 1 when I arrived and I missed seeing Martins equalizing goal. His goals are taking on the status of a falling tree in forest when no one is around or some other equally strained metaphor.
We went in 2 - 1 up at half time after Eric lobbed the keeper superbly. Around this time Paul, not Chelsea Chelsea Paul, smashed an excellent shot against the base of the post. All in all it was a pretty decent half and Ronaldo had very little to do during his goal keeping shift. Not long into the second half I was at fault for their second goal, by playing Jinksy onside and not having legs to chase him down. Jan was furious at me, and quite rightly so. So the lesson for the kids this week is always listen to your burly centre half. Ryan was out for the week so Jan assumed the mantel of defensive organizer and he did a bang up job. They got a third however pretty quickly and our undefeated streak was in serious danger of coming to an end.
Towards the end of the second half Martin bullied his way into the box with opponents seeming to bounce off him WWF style. The ball finds it's way to Ronaldo who shapes a nice shot just inside the left post. 3 - 3 with 5 mins to go and that's how it ended. The streak is still alive and a I slipped off into the obscurity from whence I came. Hark do I hear a telly calling?
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