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Make room for the ego



Here's my caption for today's soccer blog:-

"Realizing that his team mates were unworthy of his
superlative set-up play, The Unselfish One was finally
left with few options other than to peel away from and
dribble past two defenders inside the box and crack a
perfect finish in off the far-side post to put us in
the lead. Indeed the echo of the shot smacking the post
rung out across the entire pitch as a testament to the
Rooneyesque quality of the goal ..."



Basically he lobbed in a cross and with the now expected level of accuracy it evaded the on rushing attackers, waiting defenders and bamboozled the goal keeper who was expecting to leap forward but had to recoil backwards. Fortunately the post saved what was an awful cross and transformed it into a match leading goal. Next week he'll be providing the lottery numbers from under a ladder whilst breaking a mirror etc etc.

1 - 1 in what was a fairly even game that should have been all over at half time except for our woeful finishing. Playing as stopper meant I was immune from all criticism of the attacking line but having repelled wave after wave of the Phil led attacks I swapped sides. Alfredo was mightily upset at this act of treachery and with South American menace says "I was going to say this at halftime but I like to win so do not do that again." I take that as a compliment in a pants spoiling kind of way.

I'm still reeling from Phil's comment on last weeks post. Poor b***ard.

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