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A turn for the better

Early start this weekend and the motley crew staggered forth for the 8:00am kickoff. I got the first shift in goal and as happens when someone dons the keepers kit everyone feels obliged to help warm the keeper up. I'm having none of this because as far as I'm concerned I want the ordeal over as quickly as possible. Your team mates having pop shots at you prior to the actual onslaught doesn't add up to a whole heap of fun in my books.

Except the onslaught never materialised. A few balls were played over the top and I scooped them up no problem. The ball was skipping off the wet surface and they were over hitting everything which made life pretty comfortable for me. I even managed sliding grab of the ball type thing and also rolled the ball out like a real professional. See there's the problem right there. Too cocky. They got a free kick and I set the wall up to cover the near post and waited for the shot. As Jerry's shot went towards the near post I moved towards the ball, got a hand to it but didn't get enough on it to stop it going in. 1 - 0 to them. What I failed to notice was the ref's raised hand. Yup - I got the only touch on the indirect free kick. The lads told me at half time and Jerry himself didn't even realize it wasn't direct. Basically I should have done nothing and would have had a clean sheet for my shift.

We got it back to 1 - 1 before the half ended and set about dominating the game in the second half. Ronaldo missed a one on one before feeding Martin at the top of the box in line with the right hand post. Martin, being Martin immediately looks around for a pass to play. Meanwhile before he even gets the ball I'm screaming at him to take the shot. He still wants to pass the ball and finally after wrestling with his inner turmoil relents and dinks in a dipping curler to the back post for 2 -1. It became 3 - 1 soon after with George crossing from the left and the keeper completely missing the bounce. Jinkys rolled it in and was almost embarrassed about it. George was going nuts out on the wing celebrating his marvelous cross. Of course by now we're feeling well flash now so naturally they carved us open to make it 3 - 2 with about 5 minutes to go.

I forgot to mention that Martin took a pass from Jerry smack in the face and dropped like a ton of bricks. He staggered off pondering his quickly unraveling modeling career but reappeared later in the first half none the worse for wear. Ron has gave himself the weekend off so should be in good shape when we next play in a couple of weeks.

Oh it ended 3 - 2 to us after what seemed like a barrage of corners to them. Turn around complete - the team is back on track and the season starts now.

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