Today, I woke up, trained with the ball for a couple hours (juggled 105, my highest ever was 196 a few months back). I wall-passed it, and worked on dribbling, and never did get that call telling me when practice was for Maples Juventus. I'll just go to one of their games and talk to them. That's all fine and well though, I had a co-ed outdoor game tonight anyways.
Driving to the field, I noticed the team we were playing was suited in red. It certainly did look like the team we beat 3-0 in the championship last mini-season, which was also the team that always ends up injuring me minorly every game. First it was the eye, then the various leg clips, and today, one of their girls kicked me square in the garbage. I was alright though, after a little while.
There's these two brothers on this team that always seem to talk smack with us, and today was no exception. David, usually the most outspoken of the group, was their target (to which he responded with a simple "I'd care if we weren't going to win"), but at this point we were up 2-0 to goals from Brian and I. Brian's goal was very nice, he was playing left-back and charged right into the center of the attacking-third's line, and received the ball and had a shot. It curled nicely and went in. My goal wasn't so spectacular, David drew the goalie and a defender to him then passed it off, allowing me to slot into the open net from six yards out.
We put in three more, the last one they decided to contest because it was a counter-attack from their corner that Jay kicked in from about 50 yards out. The goalie claimed he was out of his box and used hands when we were shaking hands at the end of the game, so we just decided not to bitch and allow them one less goal against. I'll take it as a sign that we physically, mentally, and tactically dominated them. We played up to their level physically, so everybody escaped injury, excluding the crotch-shot I took. At one point, our best player, Jay, decided to take it through everybody on their team.
And he did.
It was so marvelous, they started body-checking him, but he continued to cut a huge swathe to the net. He shot it a couple inches outside the post, and all the while I was laughing my ass off playing defense. It looked like this:
They definitely brought on more players for this game, as their already large roster grew from about 17 to 20. I saw some new faces that weren't that bad, but we still mustered up tons of heart to shut them out and blow them away for the second game in a row. I feel for the girls on their team though, they have about 8, and they never get play time as only two girls have to be on at any given time.
No, wait, I don't feel bad for them. They chose to associate with complete buffoons.
About those two brothers, though... They have a bit of a history with David's new girlfriend, who recently showed up to a couple of our games to watch. One of them is the best friend of her ex, so that might be a bit of a reason they constantly bitch, moan and swear at us. I like it though, it makes victory even sweeter. Apparently one of them is an ex-premier player as well, so the word goes. I would imagine a few of them are, and one day they just conspired to dominate a fairly easy league.
As lame as it sounds, they are most certainly not doing that on my watch.
Driving to the field, I noticed the team we were playing was suited in red. It certainly did look like the team we beat 3-0 in the championship last mini-season, which was also the team that always ends up injuring me minorly every game. First it was the eye, then the various leg clips, and today, one of their girls kicked me square in the garbage. I was alright though, after a little while.
There's these two brothers on this team that always seem to talk smack with us, and today was no exception. David, usually the most outspoken of the group, was their target (to which he responded with a simple "I'd care if we weren't going to win"), but at this point we were up 2-0 to goals from Brian and I. Brian's goal was very nice, he was playing left-back and charged right into the center of the attacking-third's line, and received the ball and had a shot. It curled nicely and went in. My goal wasn't so spectacular, David drew the goalie and a defender to him then passed it off, allowing me to slot into the open net from six yards out.
We put in three more, the last one they decided to contest because it was a counter-attack from their corner that Jay kicked in from about 50 yards out. The goalie claimed he was out of his box and used hands when we were shaking hands at the end of the game, so we just decided not to bitch and allow them one less goal against. I'll take it as a sign that we physically, mentally, and tactically dominated them. We played up to their level physically, so everybody escaped injury, excluding the crotch-shot I took. At one point, our best player, Jay, decided to take it through everybody on their team.
And he did.
It was so marvelous, they started body-checking him, but he continued to cut a huge swathe to the net. He shot it a couple inches outside the post, and all the while I was laughing my ass off playing defense. It looked like this:
They definitely brought on more players for this game, as their already large roster grew from about 17 to 20. I saw some new faces that weren't that bad, but we still mustered up tons of heart to shut them out and blow them away for the second game in a row. I feel for the girls on their team though, they have about 8, and they never get play time as only two girls have to be on at any given time.
No, wait, I don't feel bad for them. They chose to associate with complete buffoons.
About those two brothers, though... They have a bit of a history with David's new girlfriend, who recently showed up to a couple of our games to watch. One of them is the best friend of her ex, so that might be a bit of a reason they constantly bitch, moan and swear at us. I like it though, it makes victory even sweeter. Apparently one of them is an ex-premier player as well, so the word goes. I would imagine a few of them are, and one day they just conspired to dominate a fairly easy league.
As lame as it sounds, they are most certainly not doing that on my watch.
"So how'd you like the game?""I don't know, but it felt like the opposite of a breath of fresh air."
"What was it, a blow out?"
"D'OHOHOHOHO"
Tomorrow, I work for a short while, and then have a mens outdoor game later on. I decided to throw away the idea of saving my energy for games, seeing as I have a game every other night. I'm going to come home at 3, eat lunch, then do some HIIT and plyometrics.
When I was talking about my sprint times yesterday, I set the goal with professionals in mind. 4.8 is the minimum for a linebacker or quarterback in American football, so I've got to shave off more than a second to become as fast as I'd like. I'm considering combining HIIT and Plyometrics for a maximally awesome workout, so we'll see how that goes.
And yes, I did make up that particular Statler and Waldorf joke.
When I was talking about my sprint times yesterday, I set the goal with professionals in mind. 4.8 is the minimum for a linebacker or quarterback in American football, so I've got to shave off more than a second to become as fast as I'd like. I'm considering combining HIIT and Plyometrics for a maximally awesome workout, so we'll see how that goes.
And yes, I did make up that particular Statler and Waldorf joke.
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