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Under duress

You try to avoid some things but then there's always this bloke banging on about doing this that and the other...

"You have plenty of ammunition for the Blog this week! and don't forget your toe richocet two yards out from my Giggs-like, flighted cross ;-)".

I'm supposed to mention a flighted corner that bounced off a couple of blokes heads and ended up on my right foot and then, before I could react, ricocheted past the post by 2 feet. I should also mention a right foot drive that skimmed off a defenders head and a left foot wallop that troubled no one.

All of this is irrelevant compared to the free kick Martin sent to the back post that the keeper failed to hold and subsequently pushed into the net. Great free kick if lobbing in high balls to a midget is your idea of a good time. The reason I have total sympathy for the keeper was because of my own horror show in goal. At halftime we were leading 2 - 1 at which point I did my stint between the sticks. Two minutes into my shift we were 3 - 2 down and ended up losing 5 - 4.

We should be the team to beat this season and as it is turning out we are the team that everyone beats. Sum of the parts 'n all that I suspect.

Sigh

One thing to note though was that when Phil came in for us towards the end of the game, as a warm up for his game, we suddenly looked all composed and calm. Amazing what a size 14 boot in the middle of the park does for your team. But for blatant hand ball decision not given we could have drawn the game. Of course if we hadn't let in 5 goals we would have won it.

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Phil Newton said…
Actually it was a warm-up for my warm-up. My real game was at 1.15 on JLS-3. That game was halted midway through the second half by blood-curdling screams coming from JLS-1.

We dispatched our goalkeeper (an MD) to see if he was needed. He was. Turns out a poor fella by the name of Stephen Cochran broke his leg, David Busst style. The ambulances were still on the pitch when I left 40 minutes later.

Nasty.

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