Sick As A Parrot

There a few things in life you need to experience in order to consider your life well lived. Amongst these is the drunken walk home with a mate proclaiming love, in a manly bloke like manner of course. Not that there's anything wrong with the other 2 blokes loving each other kind of love, but... Also a big greasy fry up the morning after... has got to be on the list. The morning after many things in fact. The big greasy fry up both kick starts and celebrates a great weekend. I suppose some sexual accomplishments should also be listed in amongst ones life achievements but yet again I'm deviating. Constraining ourselves to things of a footballing nature I reckon you want to make sure you do the following: 1. Score a goal - obvious really but there a loads of variations to this: the bullet shot, side foot, a curler, one-on-one etc. 2. Put through a defence splitting pass - ideally leading to a goal but hey you've done your bit and if those lazy mothers who call themselves forw...

Yep it finally happened folks and I'll leave this as a teaser until I gather my thoughts and complete the post.

It had to happen really and it follows the basic ying and yang thang, what goes around comes around, Murphy’s law etc etc etc. You give someone/thing some gip (beating up on someone, for the Americans amongst you) and they turn around and rub your nose in it. The league is over but there are still games to be played. The order of the day was pickup games whereby the format is continuous games with shorter halves to ensure higher turnover of players. No subs during the halves but wholesale changes at the end of the half if players are around. Martin turned up complaining that ankle hadn't properly healed and he had to go early. This is called getting the excuses in early and since it was apparent he hadn't read last weeks post I let it go. Waiting to come on he noted an opportunity that went begging and proclaimed that he would have been on the end of that. Remember the footballing gods folks... We get our turn to come on and take up our positions - central midfield for Martin, ...

Never a truer word spoken or rather a phrase uttered. 4 zip down at halftime and the game ended 4 - 1. Close or what? Probably what but here's the thing that does your nuts in: Phil hit the crossbar twice and James hits the post from a corner. Add in the numerous other decent chances and a smattering of some almost decent ones and we were a little aggrieved not to have at least drawn. The big lesson learned, and you young-uns should take notice, never execute a back heel into the path of the attacker whilst 6 feet from you own goal and not giving anyone else on your team any kind of warning. Fred is rock at the back and constantly has a go at me for trying to dribble out of defense. He's right of course; the first job of a defender is to stop goals not to lay on perfect passes to attackers by back heeling into their paths. That was the second time I failed to hack the ball out and the previous time it also led to a goal so I guess I get two assists. I'll get the hang of thi...