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It's good to be back

3 - 3 on Sunday with them scoring with literally the last kick of the game. Of course not literally the last kick of the game coz the ref gives us time to disconsolately trudge back to the centre circle for the kick off. So technically it was the third to last kick of the game the allowed them to tie up the scores.

It started reasonably badly for us with a goal being conceded after about 4 clear chances on our behalf. It was looking like one of those days - a typical Gunners performance I'd say. I was giving the new boots a run out and had sent in 4 crosses each of which begged to find a final resting place tucked up in the onion bag. I credit the new gear of course. According to the ads I reckon with the new socks and boots I'm 9.35% better footballer. That comes from the added comfort from the socks and ball control and foot stability from the boots. I can't wait to see what'll happen if I get new shin pads or god forbid some shorts with solid manly support built in.

For the last few seasons I'd been wearing indoor boots for both the artificial pitch and the grass pitch. My boots with full length studs I find are horrible on the hard grass pitches we play on. Anyway the new boots have the short studs for artificial turf and provide a whole heap of grip compared to the indoor boots. The first time I stopped to check back I almost wrenched my knee coz my foot felt like it was super glued to the pitch.

2 assists - one of which was unintentional because I had a swing and a miss at a volley and managed to shin the ball to David who slotted it nicely. The second was a sweet left foot cross that the defender missed and Ronnie or our new forward buried. Who needs Ryan Giggs! So after a stint at right half and then a stint at left half I finished up at the front and had a couple of decent chances to shoot but instead crossed to no-one. Bad decision making but hey after pinging in so many decent crosses, being 9.35% better in all, who can blame me.

One particular tussle with their left back resulted in a knock to my elbow, knee and nuts. "I was going for the ball" he says. "You got one" I reply. Top game and it was great to be playing again after missing so many games.

They're black by the way.

Comments

Phil Newton said…
I hope you’re both planning to bit fit and awake for The Palo Alto Classico this weekend, on the plastic pitch no less, so no excuses.

Team B7 have been doing fairly well, last week we played the same team (B-13) that you boys beat 8-0. We only managed 6-0, but James and I scored a goal of such intricate beauty that it could almost be described as Arsenal-esque. Except that it actually went in the net.

The week before we won by a lot to not much, but I don’t remember the score. After that James and I played for the hapless B13 and scored all of their goals in a 5-4 win, so you’d better make sure your defence is on top form this Sunday morn……..

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