We lost and I blame Martin - of course. I don't know what he was on but he was giving us some serious lip through out the game. Constantly having a go at us for not getting back to help the defense and when we got there banging on about not getting forward to help with the attack. Interestingly on more than a couple of occasions I noticed that while he was screaming at us to get forward I was 10 yards ahead of him.
I reckon he must have downed a huge bowl of aggro flakes for breakfast. On reflection I came up with a couple of other theories as to why the normally mild mannered, albeit slightly lippy, bloke would suddenly explode into a raging beast of aggression:
1. Roid rage. I'm not saying he's on the juice and I really do not want to get too close to look for other signs of steroid abuse.
2. Lack of Saturday night action.
On top of that he took off early from the game to catch a plane but I reckon he was making like a rat leaving the sinking ship.
Of course we would not have lost 2 - 0 if I hadn't missed any of four, count em - four, decent chances that fell my way. The first three chances that came to me I attempt to blast each as hard as I could into the net. The first I completely shanked and it went away from the goal in manner that defied the laws of physics. The next two were just horrible as I of course put in more effort to make up for the first attempt. Having finally learnt my lesson I side footed the fourth opportunity and as it was about to cross the line I wheeled away to accept the congratulations of my team mates. Unfortunately some party pooper came flying it dinked the ball off the post and away. I knew I should have blasted that one and I won't be making that mistake again.
Ronaldo put it well when he said we played well individually but not as a team. It's the last game of the Fall season tomorrow and we'll be looking to make up for the loss.
I reckon he must have downed a huge bowl of aggro flakes for breakfast. On reflection I came up with a couple of other theories as to why the normally mild mannered, albeit slightly lippy, bloke would suddenly explode into a raging beast of aggression:
1. Roid rage. I'm not saying he's on the juice and I really do not want to get too close to look for other signs of steroid abuse.
2. Lack of Saturday night action.
On top of that he took off early from the game to catch a plane but I reckon he was making like a rat leaving the sinking ship.
Of course we would not have lost 2 - 0 if I hadn't missed any of four, count em - four, decent chances that fell my way. The first three chances that came to me I attempt to blast each as hard as I could into the net. The first I completely shanked and it went away from the goal in manner that defied the laws of physics. The next two were just horrible as I of course put in more effort to make up for the first attempt. Having finally learnt my lesson I side footed the fourth opportunity and as it was about to cross the line I wheeled away to accept the congratulations of my team mates. Unfortunately some party pooper came flying it dinked the ball off the post and away. I knew I should have blasted that one and I won't be making that mistake again.
Ronaldo put it well when he said we played well individually but not as a team. It's the last game of the Fall season tomorrow and we'll be looking to make up for the loss.
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James and I had to register as non-resident aliens for the spring season, so there is (apparently) a reasonable chance we might not get on a team. If we don't, then we're moving in with you for the summer season.........
This is the true test of a football manager's abilities - Kimbo, have you got what it takes - just don't follow the Arsene approach and fall out with the league commissioners.
Looking forward to seeing the relentless march up the table in the New Year to the heady heights of promotion playoffs. Oh, and another new pair of white boots for Martin.